A poem about insurmountable odds.
He loves you
He loves you but
He loves his power more
He loves you but
He loves his wife more
He loves you but
He loves his habits more
He loves you but
He loves his ideas more
One thing I have learnt is that
It is vain to compete against habit
You can try with ideas and wives
Perhaps even with power
But you won´t ever win against the habit
Just like they told me
We know he loves you
But he will always
Love drugs more
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