Just another needle in the arm
She loved her first shot the one that made her high
She danced away the night flying in the sky
She had no thoughts that the future could mean harm
She was celebrating her first needle in the arm
He’d offered her that first shot for free
Now she needs the needle to fulfil a destiny
She fails to see there is a reason for alarm
For it’s just another needle in the arm
Now she’ll do anything for anyone at any time
When she’s desperate and without a dime
Her brain is red and foggy without calm
As she seeks another needle in her arm
She’s addicted and she’s craving for the next fix
Another victim of the dealer’s sadistic tricks
She left the rehab unit then gave in to his charm
For just another needle in the arm
Her tortured life is now lived beyond the fringe
She’s married to the needle and the syringe
She’s walking up the road to the funny farm
Ever since she had that first needle in her arm
Life from her body now is slowly draining
With so little of her existence now remaining
A victim of addiction living in the dealer’s palm
On her headstone they carved a needle in her arm
Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2024
Park Bench Tales and other writings 