A poisoned poem

Always two

If you are poisoned

You poisoned yourself

Companies sell the relief

You are floating painless

Now you are free

Free to poison yourself

Opioid amphetamine

You can choose

Otherwise there is nought

Zero

Buy a friend

You need connections

They offered cocaine

Maybe you refused

In the hotel

Poisoned

Don’t worry so much

There is nothing there

Just a collection of poisons

Lots of choice

Their desire burns

They want out

An epitaph

A chemtrail conspiracy

Two planes

It is always two

Do they care?

Probably not

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