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The Junkie
He walks down the street in a world all his own,
His eyes are on fire, he's perpetually stoned.
He can't even function without his little white pills.
They fills him with passions, hatred and chills.
He wanders on aimlessly with a nose full of coke,
And to think it all started with one simple toke.
Grass, blow and uppers in his pocket they lay.
Just waiting for someone who's willing to play.
You see, the drugs they stick by him, they help him pulls through.
They let him do things he never thought he could do.
Although they may help him do as he wishes,
He can never make up for the time that he misses.
You see:
All the while he thinks these drugs have been making him strong,
But the truth is they've been smoking him all along.
His eyes are on fire, he's perpetually stoned.
He can't even function without his little white pills.
They fills him with passions, hatred and chills.
He wanders on aimlessly with a nose full of coke,
And to think it all started with one simple toke.
Grass, blow and uppers in his pocket they lay.
Just waiting for someone who's willing to play.
You see, the drugs they stick by him, they help him pulls through.
They let him do things he never thought he could do.
Although they may help him do as he wishes,
He can never make up for the time that he misses.
You see:
All the while he thinks these drugs have been making him strong,
But the truth is they've been smoking him all along.
Published 31st Jan 2012
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31st Jan 2012 1:28pm
I will:) Most of the poetry i have submitted so far are not recent, they were written quite a while ago when i was 16 years old, in high school, and going through an angsty teenage phase. That is, with the exception of the two drug poems. Those were written when i was about 18 or 19 and in the midst of fighting addiction to opiates and crack cocaine. I am happy to say I have been clean for two and a half years now and will never go back to that lifestyle ever again.
1st Feb 2012 2:28am
I like the poem!! And I also like the comment, living with a father who fights alcoholism, and myself going through it for all my life. Don't go back to that lifestyle again...nothing but hell.
2nd Feb 2012 6:25pm
2nd Feb 2012 9:33pm
Really good, it all flowed so well, and so deep at the same time, it makes you think.
Anonymous
13th Feb 2012 4:06pm
very creative
10th Mar 2018 5:17am
