Cocaine Etiquette

You've described the addiction scene perfectly, Crim.
There are rules in everything, even those unspoken.

thank you graciously sage one yes there are..

love Crim

yep. exactly.
you'll be out in the hall excluded from the goody room with a quickness.
I gotta have my own shit, no squirming for me ;)
fortunately, i have a heart for only weed (now) lol
excellent ink, really transported me back to some crazy times.
much love xo

thank you most kindly lovely Miki yep not always having my own money sucks..

love Brenda

Not a poem about coke but about people... love your sharp observations. This is where you excel.

thank you graciously.. was just thinking about the way people act around cocaine the other day..

love Crim

Coke. It stands right up there as a cause of so much pain and humiliation in this old world.

thank you Jerry indeed it does..

love Brenda

Blow rules

thank you Poet for the ironic comment made me smile :)

love Brenda

no limits. if the price is right
it's easy to be a whore.
severe poetry, Crim...

thank you John.. though there are many ways of being a whore without sex..

love Crim

Brenda.. you just explained to me a scene, i've never truly known.. i've always been the drinker, and some other goodies here and there.. but i had an old friend from high school, do coke in front of me.. he said, put a little powder on your tongue.. obviously it numbed it.. but then he said, you don't need to do anything else with this shit.. it will control you, if you have an addictive soul.. which i did have.. he said, you're too talented to rely on this vice.. i thought he was just being an asshole at first.. because at that time, i would have tried anything.. the ironic thing was, we weren't even close friends.. but under the influence he told me.. trust me, i know you want a bump.. but you got a gift, and it will rob you of it.. and he had only read two of my poems.. just thought i'd share a little truth.. around every corner, was another demon.. but there were truly some human angels out there.. who knew alcohol was already, a vice and i didn't need another.. that's where my hope for society, starts with.. anyways killer write.. i've never shared that story.. love you!!


Dave

thank you Dave for sharing your experience with me so grateful you never went down this path..

I love you my brother..

xoxo Brenda

My Beautiful Brenda, raw and real writing here lovely one...throughout my lifetime I have had other addictions which have been as controlling...unable to see the rules until after we've come down...both written and unwritten....

I love you

xoxo Taryn

thank you beautiful one for being there and your support..

I love you so much..

xoxo Brenda

Crim... always your ink spill... impactually depicted...

<3 dkruie

thank you kindly Dkruie..

love Crim

Love your honesty and insight Crim.  This is a fascinating look at the finer points of coke sharing, how desperation doesn't cut it.  It's the casual ones that always seem to get the blow.  This also applies to getting laid at times.  It's the cool and collected who get the prize.  There are other means that you've pointed out, again in all honesty.  You've come a long way baby.  Excellent write!

thank you Sir Crow yeah I guess is a lot like getting laid..

love Crim

Ive been too many many parties just like this one..

thank you kindly yeah it's a tough scene..

love Crim

Bravely written...

thank you most kindly..  
 
love Crim

Cool poem, Crim. Your observations are razor sharp, like everyone's already said, you've nailed the party scene c-c-c-c-cocaine shenanigans. Great lines!

thank you kindly Mr. Case..

love Crim