Junky

[shadowknows69]

Broken and battered
Mind and body thrown about
Nothing but pain
Spirit scattered
Twists of fate tie my brain

Shoulder and back busted up
By motorists without eyes or minds
Trying to get faster to whatever place
Forgetting we can’t occupy the same space
At the same time.
So metal goes flying
Theirs and mine
Glass cracks and impacts pummel

Head has been hurting since birth
Through the years I’ve gotten better
And inevitably I also get worse
Hilly, bending streets of my soul
Whipping me round ‘til I’m lost
No memory of where I was off to go

Doctor, doctor; give me some news
Doctor, doctor; I’m beat up and bruised
Patient, patient; no insurance have you
Patient, patient; I can’t give you a cure
Doctor, doctor; what am I to do?
Patient, patient; ease your worried mind
Patient, patient; though we can’t fix your problems
Here are some pills that you can use.

They won’t fix your back
Won’t reform your puzzle piece mind
But they’ll make you numb.
They’ll make it so you don’t care
But, if you try to stop taking them
I don’t suggest you dare

Junky now are you
Worse than the drugs you used to choose to do
To stop would be to welcome back the pain
And double that by the poisons now infecting your brain
A band aid on a spurting artery
Sure to slip off in the first heavy rain.
-S

[lunatica]

1. Cogent and sad

[shadowknows69]

2. Thanks. I would, I hope obviously, be the last to defend someone like Rush Limbaugh

But I admit I get angry about some of the rhetoric here about celebrities who have pill problems. I don't know asshat's reasons for being on Oxy, but what some people fail to get is that for some of us it's either these drugs or pain and anguish so bad that suicide seems like a viable alternative.

That said, as I indicated in the poem; Ouroboros keeps eating his own tail.

[shadowknows69]

3. One afternoon kick

[mdmc]

4. --

[Echo In Light]

5. Neil Young

I caught you knockin'
at my cellar door
I love you, baby,
can I have some more
Ooh, ooh, the damage done

I hit the city and
I lost my band
I watched the needle
take another man
Gone, gone, the damage done

I sing the song
because I love the man
I know that some
of you don't understand
Milk-blood
to keep from running out

I've seen the needle
and the damage done
A little part of it in everyone
But every junkie's
like a settin' sun