The drug addicts must be climbing up the walls,
Their daily hit of poison now in such short supply.
As restrictions on people's everyday movements,
Further dwindle their chances of becoming high.
I don't give a damn for these flotsam's of society,
Whether they all choose to live or choose to die.
But trying to steal from the hospital drug lockers,
Is more than any human moral decency can decry.
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