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this one deserves a title.

i was destined for drug addiction.

i was told the drug addicts
were out there
not inside the gym.
in the chair
where my ass was planted
and my toes
were toying with the legs
of the chair in front of me

where another one sat
shooting spitwads
at the ultimate addict
standing
behind the microphone stand.

i was told
not even once.
gateways and the gangs waiting
behind them
and oh the car accidents.
come outside to see some crumpled
metal and ghosts
lit up behind the curtain
an extension cord and a bedsheet
voila.

i wasn't told to be scared.
they were just stories
like boogeymen and bad dreams -
make-believe
make-afraid
nothing will happen
to you.

it's all out there.
don't go out.

just stay home tonight
why do you always have to leave
going nowhere
and doing it quickly.

i wasn't told about the dark
and the day
and the grey of the
in-between -
everything
bleeds into nothing
and four white walls stare down on me
day in
day out
the dark [behind my eyelids]
- that's the easy part.

i was told
the drug addicts were
out there.

not inside the gym.

sitting in every seat from the window to the
wall
after wall of grey
kicking the chair with my toe
that's a nasty habit
shush.
somebody else is talking
and you should listen because "
     knowledge
     is not wisdom.

     wisdom
     is not truth.

     truth
     is not beauty.

     beauty
     is not love. "

i wasn't told
that drug addiction is real
and the first person in line
when starbucks opens
could be the worst-off junky of all of us and
smoking
is something like choosing
your own fate

drugs
are borrowing happiness -
from tomorrow.
it's a lot like matter -
there isn't any more happy to go around.

i wasn't told
about the loneliness
of being a kid
of growing up
of making up friends in my head because
that was easier
than learning how to deal
with people
who didn't care much to deal
with me.

they don't tell you
that drugs are also good
but most drugs are bad
and they all
have side effects.

sometimes the bad guys
have a good side
and it all ends up in the same place
anyway.
why bother
about the blurred lines
the grey
and the walls around the
walls.
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