My Cocaine

You taste so good
You are my cocaine,
my drug.
I never want to give you up.
Without you I wouldn’t know what to do.
You are my escape,
You make everything make sense
In this crazy world.
 
So many make you,
There are some bad kinds of you
and then there’s the insanely good kinds.
By now I can tell which one is which.
Like Drug dealers know the difference
in fake cocaine from the real thing.
 
You are my high
Shoot me up
I want another
Keep them coming.
I never want to stop
but I do so I don’t lose my need for you.
 
I’m amazed that my blood isn’t your color
cause of how much of you is in me.
You are the reason I rarely get sick.
 
People wonder how I can take
 minutes and  the dosage size
Of you in less than an hour.
You are liquid.
You are orange.
You are my drug.
You are orange juice.