At the needle exchange

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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.

i love how poems and paragraphs can translate to different things for different people. For me, this is about putting your dog "down".
your words were vague, but detailed enough to plant a perfect image in my head. 
may not have been the image you were intending! but i'd like to know the true meaning of this poem. 
beautifully written.