Confessions of a Dope Fiend
The following poem, written by a dope fiend, is the first of a series he has contributed to this magazine. Although these poems are morbid in character, the editor hopes their lesson will serve as warning to all to “touch not, taste, shoot nor smoke.” This is the author s opening explanation:
I started out wrong when I was a kid,
And now my days are blue;
Cigarettes, booze, wild women and dope—
I’m a wreck at twenty-two.
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