The thing about one,
Is that their is always a strong need
For one more.
Even if you are broke
Or working tomorrow.
Even if your dearest loved one
Is in hospital and dying.
Even if your so tired you can't think.
Even when you are fuked due to the cold
And need rest and sleep.
One more is a beast,
That hunts the best of intentions.
The just one and I'm going home,
The I've got work tomorrow.
And I've so much to do.
But one more is a struggle,
That often wins over you.
Leads you astray.
Ruins your plans
And fuks your week ahead.
A beast thst doesn't care.
Keeps dial a drink busy
And dealers active,
With texts of
Just one more.

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