Wrote one
wrote two
wrote three
There's no mystery
the rest is history
Junkies don't have to admit
that they're hooked on it
so here I sit
don't think I'll ever quit

First came the den
then I dropped in
Then came the daze
it was like being in a maze
Later on came the craze
Some call it work
I say plays

If versing was work
I think I'd leave
No use trying to decieve
After I do my eight hours
any more labor time sours
I'm here for the fun
be right here and I
will not run
untill the day
I'm finally done
Bury me deep
my pen still won't keep
We sew what we reap

opg