There is only one drug. Evil.
There is the evil of describing itself,
Which first affrights innocent ears.
Evil has time to show good the goods. Years.
The whispers of what evil is
Is the evil, the curiosity of the eyes
Led to where evil is, and there it is,
And the mere assuming it is evil
Is the drug. Anticipation is evil; fear
Of change—oh God old age is here.
The fear of another turns into plain fear.
Suspicion of evil. Always here.
The mere whispering is evil.
Whispering when someone else is near
Is evil. I was afraid, and now I am evil,
And now I am more afraid, and consequently, more evil.
The drug I use to escape evil is evil.
Sarcastic laughter is evil.
Cowardice is evil. Cowardice is
A drug which needs a drug which is evil.
Evil is a drug which justifies evil.
I heard her talk behind someone’s back,
Both were women, both were black.
At that moment I knew she was a whore,
Even though she doesn’t have sex anymore.
Sex, stimulation, sedation, cruelty, it is all one drug.
She will suffer, I thought. Since I heard her say what she said.
She will never get my love.
And I found her very attractive.
But since I fell in love with you,
And you were never warm, love replaced by the true,
Now, heartbroken, if I sense cruelty of any kind,
I now sense immediately evil smoking evil in its evil mind.
There is one drug, a drug simple and primeval;
One drug, all the same. One thing. Evil.