At the needle exchange

[Magpie]

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At the needle exchange
I'm a cipher on a pedestal.
They riddle me with bullets.

Steri-Wipes?
Ci-tric?
Fil-ters?

I ask for pins and sin bins,
whilst watching angelic hands
struggle with a silencer.
As they reload
I tell them about my friend.

A simple lie would gain their respect.

I tell the truth.

My words are met rhythmically
with six muffled gunshots,
"A - di - a - bet - ic - dog."




Original
At the needle exchange
I am enigmatic.
A cipher on a pedestal,
they riddle me with bullets.

Steri-Wipes?
Ci-tric?
Fil-ters?

I ask for pins and sin bins,
whilst watching angelic hands
struggle with a silencer.
As they reload
I tell them about my friend.

A simple lie would gain their respect.

I tell the truth.

My words are met rhythmically
with six muffled gunshots,
"A - di - a - bet - ic - dog."



Note:
Pins is slang for needles/hypodermic syringes.
Sin bin is slang for a container for used needles.