Tina

We all know her name,

She is the grim reaper–

Her dance partner is death

Her real name is Crystal Meth.

To know her is to love her,

A rose by any other name

Would not smell as sweet . . .

She clearly knocked me off my feet.

I waxed nostalgic

Longing for the way we were.

Oh, could she conjure the past–

I really thought I was having fun.

I tried to make the feeling last but–

The die was cast–

And I hid inside the shell

While I constructed my own hell.

My shudders closed to hide the sun.

This fair-weather friend

Became a foe.

Then I called her Tina

Until I saw her true demeanor.

Now I call her Meth.

She also goes by Crystal–

The first woman I ever loved.

She took my breath–

I was like a ram caught in a thicket

Deep inside her burning bush–

I listened when she told me “shush”.

But her recipe is death,

And her name is really Crystal Meth–

But her recipe is death–

But her recipe is death.