Stacey's poem

My name is Cocaine
Coke for short
I entered this country
Without a passport
Ever since then
I've been hunted and sought

I'll cause your babies to be born hooked
I'll make a schoolboy forget his books
I'll make a beauty queen neglect her looks
I'll make a teacher forget how to teach
I'll make a preacher not want to preach
I'll take your mother and make her a whore

I'm a bad habit too tough for the man
I've caused the law to invest in the battering-ram
If you decide to jump on my saddle
You'd better ride me well
For the white horse of Cocaine
Will ride you to hell.