Addiction and loss
Is forever a toss
If we can just bargain the dross
At any cost
To shift and clear our heady atmosphere.
Post dramatic strife
Just ain’t the spice of Life;
If we contemplate what’s rife
We will eliminate the strife
And clear our disjointed atmosphere
From the poison we draw near
In our heavier raiment dear.
So exorcise the ghost of fear
While we clear
Your headiness here!
Our addictions can clear
And all of our fear
Can be contemplated here
Whilst we eliminate the peer
Who subjugated and dominated us here!
Our addictions are free and clear!