Addicted to, too.

Tattooed,
By an ever growing demand for bones
I chewed
Through traffic cones
And screwed
My life up, so I could be alone.
But you were so rude,
(The way you moaned)
And so glorious in the nude-
That I knew you honed
In on my poorly glued
Body, as it groaned;
Like it was food
Because I was stoned,
And you needed something to be addicted to, too.

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