(Uppdaterad 30/4 med hjälp från Azale) 

Sannolikt det mest politiskt inkorrekta jag skrivit på rim, men när min perverterade musa parkerar sig på mina axlar har jag inte mycket till val.

Smått influerat av Edward Goreys "The Gashlycrumb Tinies", för vilket jag ber herr Gorey 1000 gånger om ursäkt:

(Observera vänligen att detta inte är menat som vare sig uppmuntran till droger, romantisering av missbruk eller för den delen kritik.

Det är poesi, inte ideologi.)

A for Adrenochrome driving you mad
B for B-Carbolines from Harmal to be had
C then is for Cannabis, the stoners first choice
D is simply DMT, giving God a voice

E comes from Extacy, when raving and hugging
F is for Fentanyl thats far to strong for drugging
G gives us GABA produced in your own brain
H stands for Heroin that takes away both life and pain

I for Indole Alkaloids found in the Nighshade
J is for java, for coffee simply made
K is for Ketamine letting your subconscious speak
L must be LSD, not for the weak

M comes from Morphine, master of sleep
N is Nitrous Oxide for a laugh belly-deep
O is King Opium from fields of white and red
P means only PCP that leaves your soul dead

Q might be Qualudes, a hit from the past
R is for Ritalin making your mind fast
S can be ´shrooms, but not the ones for soup
T is all the Tryptamines, a pretty large group

U meaning "Uppers" that keep you on your toes
V is for Valium, it takes away your woes
W is the Wormwood, la feé Absinthé of old
X is for Xanax, knocking you out cold

Y is for Yagé from the jungles of Brazil
Z gives us Zopiclone, and thus out list´s fulfilled!

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