In 'Ground Zero', the latest poem in his 'Evidently Spencertown' column, Spencer Robertshaw reflects on whether drug users really know what they are taking
Another one had too much fun And took a little bit more Now he's cool as fuck Mortuary table - Ground floor Body just couldn't take it The lack of quality control Do you really know what your taking Or will you take a stroll Down the chemical highway? Ups and downs are here What excuse will you give? "Someone spiked my beer" Sunken cheeks try to speak But utterance no more Drugs have taken his soul away Picked the wrong place to score Lack of quality control Do you really know what you're taking? It's only an hour ago When the gear was in the making Don't bother with drugs They'll take your life away To them your life is a small amount When it's time to pay