Moonbee Canady Poet Light Verse

' Drugs '

You looking for something to ease your Pain
Or make-believe It takes you to the Top of Your Game…
Think You can handle … too much of a good Thang’
Too Bad… Too late, You’re Hooked… Crying Shame

Got You Laying Down and Lying ‘Round, like a Rug
… that’s why they call it… Drugs !

Riding Round, from one end of Town to the Other
Got You Hunting, like a Hound-Dog, or A Mother …
Why You working 38 hours a Day?
Energy, has Up, Up, Up – Gone Away
You know you can’t stay-on, … wake-up… Hey!

Have you ever seen a Junkie’s Police – Mug ?
… that’s why they call it… Drugs !

Don’t let Nobody, say you need some of That !
That’s the Sound of  ‘The Monkey’ Laughing on Your Back
… Paranoid, Withdrawals, Psycho-Suicide
You’re in a Fix… Honey , , , ‘That Ain’t High !’

That’s Your Head, in that rope, like a Hangman’s- Hug
… that’s why they call it… Drugs !

Got You working for a Pipe-Dream, in a Bag
Makes You take one last shot or one last (puff-puff) Drag
Drag You thru the lowest, bowels of the Earth
… preparing Your Body for 6 feet of Dirt

Crush you like a low-down, dirty-Dung-Bug
… that’s why they call it… Drugs !

There You go – Mistaking – Chasing Bad to Worse
Caught You stealing, from Your Own Momma’s Purse !
Tonight, You Cracked into a Stranger’s Home
… Man ! … Did You Pick, the Wrong One ! …

… at  the end of that Trail… was a Gun-Shot-Slug
… that’s why they call it… Drugs


(Because, what Family Has Not Been Touched  By, or
 Does Not Fear This For Their Loved Ones)

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Gareth Heslop September 17, 2009 at 2:49 PM the imagery and pulse of this poem is brilliant...thanks for all your comments, much appreciated...grrth

Moonbee Canady September 17, 2009 at 1:01 PM Guys... Thank You All For Your Supporting Comments... " My oldest Brother, (was so Intelligent - thought he could handle the so called recreational - drugs ... he tried to hide it... but you can't hide it from a family, who knows you well... He changed drastically... withdrew ... became paranoid... the whole nine yards... I Looked up to him so much... (He was the one who introduced me to 007-James Bond - (smile) Now, I can't see a Bond Picture without a tinge of sadness... God Bless, MoonBee

John Freeman September 17, 2009 at 12:35 PM I'll take Carolyn's lead on this "Monkey On My Back." God gave me a vision one time of someone with a monkey on their back, indicating that they were an Alcoholic. I guess any dependencey like this would be just like having a monkey on your back, Good job lady. Mucho toro, on your( El Toro Roho poem) Lol, Smile, Sincerely, Moses

Carol Sunshine Brown September 17, 2009 at 5:20 AM MoonBee, I felt the need to stop back and thank you for all your kind comments my friend. Love, Carol

Carol Sunshine Brown September 17, 2009 at 5:15 AM ~~~BRILLIANT~~~ Bravo nothing like telling it like it is. Amazing writing MoonBee. Love, Carol

Abe Lopez September 16, 2009 at 8:01 PM A story lived by too many (unfortunately) written eith much truth!

Sara Kendrick September 16, 2009 at 4:58 PM It is a growing problem even in small town America. Very well done and presented. Keep writing. Sara

Carolyn Devonshire September 16, 2009 at 4:00 PM "The monkey laughing on your back" is a very appropriate way to describe drug addiction. The need for drugs leads people to steal, hurt their loved ones and commit acts that would seeem repulsive to most of us. You really hit the mark talking about the low-down, dirt Dung Bug." Aces, Moonbee! Love, Carolyn