Addicted

No weed

No need

No merry path

In the cerebrum

I keep away from cocaine

To murder and torment

No needle in a vein

No grain to keep me rational

No sugar on a stream

No treat from desserts

No sweet, no cheats

No stick

No liquor no juice

To pick, to utilize

No compelling reason to pardon

To interest, to confound

My medications of decision

Is none of the above

To settle on my decision

I get high on sentimental love.