Hard Drug a Dug Grave
Mind-Cracking, Health-Crushing Hard Drug
Whose taker has his own grave dug:
For all the sad life’s holes it does plug,
Any helping dosing down on rug,
As though a shooter did one slug
Or a dirty criminal one mug.
A time to up a staircase lug
The Hopelessly Suicidal on drug;
To all the questions by a medic a shrug:
No deliverance from his medical jug!
What things in life disturbingly bug
That we can’t The Just Sensible hug;
Drug isn’t by a little the abnormal,
The taker often a Writhing Animal!
A balderdash making a previous “it is well”,
As he continues to wrestle with New Hell.
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