Debbie Middaugh Poet Rhyme

Seeds of Addiction

When I was fifteen,
I did some tweak.
   A line for breakfast,
That's all I would eat.

  Doing speed makes
You skinny and weak.
  Every night you battle,
To just get some sleep.

  You slip into addiction,
You have variety.
  It doesn't take long, 
The realm of anxiety.

  The hustle and bustle
Become a daily routine.
  I don't know how I made 
Through my teens.

  I love to smoke some,
Dank-ass weed.
  It had a calming effect  
On the speed.

  My friends have a 
Stash of Xanax.
  Just in case one 
Of us start to panic.

  We are all sick with
The disease.
  We do meth, coke, acid
Alcohol and weed.

  You have a habit,
You start selling drugs.
  This opens the door for
The thieves and thugs.

  A bunch of lost souls,
With a touch of freak.
  This is how it is when
You choose the tweak.

  They smile and lie right
To your face.
  Forty years later,
You're still keeping pace.

  You buy in bulk,
You get a better deal.
  Selling drugs was easy,
Just keeping it real.

  Turbo1904?

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