Drug of Choice

come to my lair, my store

in exchange for your savings

i can satisfy cravings.

if i stop to consider your health and your wealth,

a bitter transaction ensues.

you look for'd to your high

as i ask myself 'why'

or perhaps 'how' i could do this to you


i peddle the poison from open til close

then relax with my friends on my porch

we can get plenty drunk but if it smells like a skunk

then armed men may come take us by force


to avoid such traumatic attack by the law

when attempting to bring on a high,

dispose of the weed and come visit with me

at the Beer and Tobacco Supply


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