Double Dose of Reality


Crack-ed craniums,  splintered personalities
Neural pathway of coping escape
led to a padded place for shattered identities

Disposable souls, which fell thru the cracks,
became ill weeds of society — 
Concrete tares of bipolarity

They took the sweet powdered poison
to counteract the bitter, enamel poison

Given a double dose of reality,
powerful mixture of medicinal tears 
and venomous spittle toxin

Crack-ed heads feel the gavel force
of the baton hard bosoms
Rx prescription labeled: Menace to society!
Judicial pathway to incarceration,
it leads to a padlock place of moral paucity

Addicted to the cellular disconnect quick fix;
the hallucinatory solution
is bar code, 
ethnic substance controlled writ scrip 

And as those hard hearts palpitate
to the crack-ling sound
of the spiking high conviction rate

Place that razor blade conscience 
on an arrest collection plate,
and parcel mercy 
Package it with 
profiteer consideration

Case closed on another skull crack-ed;
put a penitentiary bandage on that open wound,
head trauma years of degradation

Take this double dose of reality,
and inhale the pipe dream of an aloof nation

Give a stitched number name to the next gurney-strapped person,
subject to haphazard fits of vial mood alteration
Put them in a concrete compound, (where puffed hope is err gone)
with the other wards of mental experimentation

Ayes bear witness to the mad, doctored conclusion: 
A lab rat, paper maze demise,
brought by guinea pig desires — 
Cash cage scruples exhaled by the lords of illusion


10-02-21
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Edmonds  Avatar
October 4, 2021 at 8:52 PM
The reality is the sad fact that addiction doesn’t get the help it should have. An inspirational write Freddie, well done… Belle
Rodrigues Avatar
October 2, 2021 at 5:52 PM
Addictions are sad…bad, need help, as long as help is accepted, as long as others don’t pay the price. Jails cannot be the ultimate…a forever revolving door prison. Sigh… Well written, dear friend with conviction, compassion and honesty.
Woodrow Avatar
October 2, 2021 at 11:46 AM
Awesome write Yea- excuses to build more jails keep piling on… big profits to be made with incarcerated labor and experimentation ! :)
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