Drugs – a poem

DRUGS – A POEM

by an anonymous author

Provided by my father and poet, C.A. Shelley

 

 

My name is “Drug” and my family is huge
You can smoke me, snort me or by needle abuse
Now listen, I’ll tell you what I can do;

I destroy homes, tear families apart
Take your children and that’s just the start
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found;
I live all around you, in schools and in town
I live with the rich; I live with the poor;
I live down the street and maybe next door
My power is awesome’ try me – you’ll see;
But if you do, you may never break free
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice and I’ll own your soul
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You do what you have to, just to get high
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms,
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad;
When you see their tears, you should feel sad
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways
I take kids from parents and parents from kids;
I turn people from God and separate friends’
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride;
I’ll be with you always right by your side
You’ll give up everything, your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, and then you’ll be alone
I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live

I’ll ravish your body; I’ll control your mind;
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head
The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you’ll see
I want you to know these are all gifts from me
But then it’s too late and you’ll know in your heart,
That you are mine and we shall not part
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do
But you came to me not I to you
You knew this would happen, many times you were told
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold
You could have said no and just walked away
If you could live that day over, now what would you say
I’ll be your master, you’ll be my slave
I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not it’s all up to you
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell

Author unknown

 

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About Friar Timothy, Franciscan Urban Mission, INC.

Disciple of Jesus Christ with a Progressive Message, Author, Franciscan Friar, Musician, Social Activist, and Urban Missionary View all posts by Friar Timothy, Franciscan Urban Mission, INC.

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