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Some are born to luxury
in palaces and such
Good fortune seems to follow them
in everything they touch

Others live upon the street
where necessities are few
With never food enough to eat
and dreams that dont come true

Although they share this planet earth
they seldom ever meet
Or share the common joys of life
that make each day complete

They share no common threads at all
in the fabric of life
Some are born to luxury
and some are born to strife

But in the higher scheme of things
the meek find their reward
For they shall spend eternity
in mansions with the Lord


“King Heroin is my shepherd, I shall always want. He maketh to lie down in the gutters.

“He leadeth me beside the troubled waters. He destroyeth my soul.

“He leadeth me in the paths of wickedness

“Yea, I shall walk through the valley of poverty and will fear no evil, for thou, Heroin, are with me.

“Thy Needle and Capsule comfort me. Thou strippest the table of groceries in the presence of my family. Though robbest my head of reason.

“My cup of sorrow runneth over. Surely heroin addiction shall stalk me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the House of the Damned forever.”