Useless Circles        With very little self esteem        You strive to be on the team         When you get there you really move        A worthy teammate you must prove        More than better you will succeed        Through your nose a drug you feed        Can't stop now, you're so good       Besides it puts you in a great mood       If I quit now I'll ruin my name       They expect me to be ahead of the game      They all think I'm great nobody knows        I must keep up so I pack my nose       But when will it stop I need a break       But how can I tell them it was fake?       I am good but I'm not a machine,       Without my bag of amphetamines.       Addicted to drugs I wont last forever       But nobody knows; I'm so clever        I have to get the highest score        So they will need me that much more        Then I can never be replaced        As long as a reason isn't traced.       (rough! and unfinished)   Sheila Downs                                 2-7-00                           Copyright ©2001 Sheila Downs            There is no right way to do the wrong thing.