Qua Train
He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool” was his refrain.
“Quit any time , I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those loser pricks.
Don’t worry, got it all together,
I’m feeling light as a feather.
He only experimented with substance,
with the maker of the same,
until it became sustenance,
while aboard that train.
He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool”, was his refrain.
He was cool. He wasn’t any fool.
It was entertainment, only a game,
Never on the job that was the rule,
He was the conductor on his train.
It chugged and roared, screaming, screeching through his veins,
Until…. it’s sudden abstinence riddled his addled brain,
And revealed his total dependence,
…Qua the substance train.
“Quit any time, I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those loser pricks,
Don’t worry got it all together,
I’m feeling light as a feather.”
Webster:
Qua - in the capacity or character of: in so far as: as.
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011
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