Murray Warner liked a puff

thought a pipe or two not enough

used to grow his own

Tenterfield seed he had sown

In Asia he tried hash,

also gave opium a bash

Felt totally in charge

but his habit grew large

Hydro got too easy

started mixing with the sleazy

in order to pay he dealt

not sure how he felt

His head in a haze

his eyes always glazed

knew no one straight

couldn’t trust any mate

As it took over his life

he lost kids and a wife

Struggled to work

Cops started to lurk

Paranoia gripped

Memory slipped

Supply dried up

Speed he did sup

Never considered it could take over

wondered why he was never in clover

Could you live like this?

Then give is a miss!

13.7.2005 – poem is shaped like his pipe …