When you ride into hell - poem.

[WIZARD]

When you ride into hell - poem.

My name is cocaine,
Call me coke for short.
I entered your country,
Without a passport !

Ever since then,
I've made lots of scum rich.
Some have been murdered,
And found dead in a ditch!

I'm more valued than diamonds,
And treasures of gold.
Use me just once,
And you too will be sold.

I'll make a schoolboy,
Forget all his books.
I'll make a beauty queen,
Forget her good looks.

I'd take a rounded speaker,
And make him a bore.
I'd take your own mother,
And make her a whore!

I will make a school teacher,
Forget how to teach,
I will make a good preacher,
Not want to preach!

I'll take all your rent money,
And you'll be evicted.
I'll murder your babies,
Or born already addicted!

I'll make you do crimes,
Even steal and kill.
When you're under my power,
You'll have not your own will!

Remember my friend,
My name is big C.
If you try me one time,
Then you'll belong to me.

Ive destroyed politicians,
And many a hero.
I decreased many bank account,
From millions to zero!

I make shooting and stabbing,
A common affair.
Once I take charge,
All that’s left is a prayer.

Now that you know me,
What will you do?
You have to decide,
Its all up to you!

The day you agree,
To sit in my saddle.
The decision is one,
That no one can straddle.

Listen to me,
And please listen well,
When you ride with cocaine
You are heading for Hell...!

anon