There was once a boy who lived in a cocoon,
and he shot heroin instead of growing wings.
He chose a drug addict for his lover
and they circled Death like moths circle flames
until one day he died
in a TJ Max parking lot
with the needle still in his arm.
The paramedics came,
and the reporters came,
and his friends from rehab came
to stand around watching
his body being removed from his car.
Everyone was sad, and his friends cried
"How could this have happened?"
One reason could be that it's damn near impossible
to use an EVZIO auto-injector when you're already dead.