A Dick Shin

An affection

Addictive, why some can't pour booze

On the corner

To waste....

Not even for the homies

Vindictive

A disposition, when demand exceeds the self

Self destruction

As a coping mechanism

With a little indifference

Love turns to hate

Hate begs for love

So the desperate, the opportunistic

Those looking for hope

From a place of not having

There is no vanity there

Completely desperate...

This is not a game

Ignoring sanity for acceptance

To hell with personal health

And sober understanding

It's about what works

One day at a time

　

It's hard

Some many modern affections requiring chemicals

Spirits

F*****g voodoo potions

Inducing chemical affections....

A new western past time

　

An affection

A dispostion

Chemically simulated....

Welcome to the matrix?

We are all of us

Addicts....

Chemically indoctrinated

 socially ignored

We never really had a choice

 intrinsically oblivious