Succubus

She’s money sucking,
A gold digger,
But you can’t get enough.
She’ll always have you crawling back,
On your knees,
Begging for more.
Hold her tight
Or they’ll steal her;
She has plenty of people
Wrapped around her beautiful stems,
It’s not just a rumor,
We all know Mary Jane is a soul-sucking whore.
Such a deviant little succubus,
It’s crazy how much I love you,
And I will never have enough.
It’s like a shot of endorphins
Coursing through my veins.
Plumes of smoke rolling from my lips,
What happened to the pain?
It’s gone now,
Disappeared into a world that’s nothing but green.