Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Pop High?

Keith Richards and I used to be

Close buddies when Keith drugged insane.

He'd never party without me,

Singing songs to his pal, cocaine.

No doubt Keith was a crazy guy,

Even crazier I made him,

As he used me to chase his high.

There is a tale told, on a whim,

Keith once combined me in a way,

Lessened my high effectiveness.

Whether true or not, I'll not say,

But one helluva story, yes!

So if Keith did this, I was not mad,

Mixing me with ashes of his Dad.