Captain Crack

Hey—yo, Captain Crack (hey—yo, Captain Crack) Recalibrate me to the corroded track From ceremonials in brocaded black To a necrotic addict in cul-de-sac Perdition patrol, no command intact Just parasitic habits that counteract His once adamant, iron-clad tact Now a cadaverous cadence—Captain Crack Left, right, left—now spasmodic twitch From regiment metrics to dopaminergic glitch From decorated epaulette to derelict ditch Where the veins calcify from the chemical itch Once a paragon draped in meritorious gleam Now a somnambulant ghost in a codeine dream With a pharmacological pantheon stitched in his seam And a psyche unraveling thread by thread at the beam Forward—march? It’s a faltering drag With a polytoxic payload in every bag From amphetamine mornings to barbiturate lag In a synaptic wasteland his neurons sag Hey—yo, Captain Crack (hey—yo, Captain Crack) Back to the splintered, splenetic track Where hypodermic liturgies counterattack And the will decomposes, flaccid and slack “Gimme a weapon”—nah—“gimme a dose” Where the morphinic current sedates what he knows From laudable ranks to a lachrymose ghost Now fentanyl fingers keep tightening close Left, right, left—discipline’s gone Just benzodiazepine dusk till dawn With a tremor-ridden jaw and a vacant yawn In a labyrinthine loop he’s forever drawn Airborne accolades—obsolete lore Now lysergic fractures corrode the core Seventeen stripes? Just vestige and gore In a ketamine corridor—no exit door Go left, go right—no vector precise Just compulsive consumption and ritual vice Methamphetamine visions crystalline ice Where the marrow runs brittle at exponential price We were running to the railroad track Now we stagger in circles with Captain Crack Bada-dee fragments, cognition cracks In a recursive relapse he never retracts Peace camp?—nah—that’s a covert exchange Where syringes sermonize molecular change Codeine cantatas derange and estrange Till the baseline of sanity fails to arrange Company—attention? The company’s ash Just nicotine residue, volatile flash With MDMA tremors that splinter and clash In a neurochemical freefall he can’t outdash Hey—yo, Captain Crack (hey—yo, Captain Crack) No route remains on the ruptured track Just ethanol doctrines in bottles opaque Where identity fissures with every intake “Gimme a bottle”—he clutches it near A fermented anesthetic dissolving the fear From sovereign command to peripheral smear Now a tincture-soaked exile year after year Left, right, left—motorics fray In a cannabinoid vapor he drifts astray With a vestibular sway that won’t obey And a cortical fog that won’t decay Best of the best? A sardonic refrain Now heroin hymns permeate every vein With a necrotic lull in the vascular chain As oblivion pulses again and again Goooo—left? No axis remains Just alkaloid circuits and cyclical chains Go right, go left—compulsion sustains A biochemical tyrant inside of his brain We were running to the railroad track Now we haunt its remnants with Captain Crack Bada-dee collapse in a feedback stack Where the self disintegrates, can’t come back Run to the “peace camp”—back to the spike Where chlorinated solace is all that he likes Deedado dirges in dopamine strike With a tolerance curve that continues to hike Badadadeedado—left, right, decay Badadadeedado—he’s wasting away No march, no rank, no doctrine to say Just a residue life in systemic dismay Hey—yo, Captain Crack (hey—yo, Captain Crack) No restoration to any track No woman, no war, no codex intact Just a pharmacopoeia that keeps him trapped He wanted dominion, dominical reign Now he’s tethered to craving in opiate chain A poly-addictive, recursive domain Where relief is a variable spliced into pain Forward—march? Just a spectral command As he punctures the dermis with trembling hand Still running—but sunk in chemical sand— A nullified soldier who can’t make a stand Running—still running—but never intact In a spiraling, siphoning artifact From laurel to loss in a seamless enact— The terminal tale of Captain Crack