Dope Fiend | Poems that Suck

All poets experience it, 
  that one mother fucker you
    can't stop writing about.

Try as you might to
  fight it, that witch got
    under your skin, jacked themselves
     into your veins and became a god damned
      firestorm in your circulatory system. 

Here's to you, 
  you little bastard. 
   Thanks for all the material. 

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