Best Druggies Poems

Rainbow Nation

Rainbow Nation

Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
                      she snorted star powder past the perforated septum into her brain

Black as coal from the underworld mines in Mpumalanga Melanie
                        had her stomach pumped and purged while sleeping off darkness

Amber is coloured mixed race in the Rainbow of Nations her work
                      still paid in dop cheap vine that slaves her away in alcoholic trance

Arnav of Indian descent was hooked on dagga grown by the ocean
                 converted to heroin sold her frail body and skin for brown liquid sugar

Jacobus Bandele Lungelo and Bhavin shared needles and comfort
                 on the streets of Johannesburg flirted with disaster drug related crime
and their dealers cracked at the dawn longed for dust in the dusk

Drugs do not respect colour gender ability social class and religion
                 all druggies are equal with craving dependency not restricted to some

Now united in rehab like the state of the nation they all stood at the 
                  table of mountains with one foot in the grave at the cliff face of habit

One day at the moment they now battle their demons resist the temptation
         for only the time being from one morning away from the devious mourning
one drug line not taken one fall off the wagon shunned and avoided for now

They have all chased the dragon for far too long and imbibed with the devil
      for so many wretched days and nights of delusion torment addiction and pain

Again once more each day anew their only chance  to abstain one day at the time

Let's Do It Election Insanity

Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
....................

Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.

Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.

Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!

And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!

Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't 
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.

In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on 
speed.

This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.


Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST

Downtown In the Summer

A summer's evening stroll
in the downtown.
Tiny flying bugs
maneuver in the wind.
A hobo with one hand
strums a guitar,
his traumas grate against the air
as his style
-the blues-
echoes from his instrument.
Older ladies rush home
their purses clutched tight to their sides.
Knowing the approach of wicked darkness
is near,
and the welfare recipients who wander
the streets perhaps need
extra cash.
Druggies begin to appear.
Their morning,
and day
-hours in which to score a hit-
is others sleeping time.
This is the downtown.
When the summer evening winds down.

The Imperfects

Normal people, that's my game.
You think you know me? How lame.
I make my way, night by night.
Better watch where your going, I bite.
It's not for money, women, or fame.
It's for the bodies I claim.
I would tell you, but you wouldn't understand.
I feel like a fish, out on dry land.
There is no one like me, I am unique.
The world will die, I give them a week.
Kill them all, that much is clear.
I have to make them, disappear.
I'll bury them all, one by one.
Until my final task, is done.
Your lives are in my hands, your souls.
I'll pump your chest, full of holes.
I want the world, all to myself.
Only me, no one else.
Your impurities, make me ill.
And that's not how, I want to feel.
No need to run, that much is true.
I'll get you no matter what you do.
The world was going, in a downhill path.
I had to do something, had to act fast.
Your hookers and druggies, sicken me.
And that's not how, I want to be
If you were only perfect, like me.
This wouldn't have to happen, you see?
It's your own faults you brought it on yourselves.
Now you all, GO TO HELL!

This Site Is Looked At By the Cops

This site is looked after by the cops 
poets are drunk dopers
losers and boozers that never win
the cops are coming after the poets 
they are checking names and records 
and entering accusing words 
while sitting and eating doughnuts
the cops are locking up the poets 
drunkards druggies get rid of the dirt
cops are reading your poetry 
taking aim at you 
and child support 
run run run hahaha

A Wing and a Prayer

Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to shine on Earth down here,
And on all the folk down under, my dears,
Let angels pray for mendicants at charities and welfare,
For druggies and their dealers, somewhere,
For these folk, not much Christmas cheer,
Lord, bless our nations with a wing and a prayer, 
Guardian angels to pray for Peace on Earth this year,
Please guide wise leaders, our buccaneers,
Towards Peace, all of us to steer, 
For all humanity, let angels pray, my dears, 
Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer.

A Plea

Some people have all they need
Yet they plot and plan and scheme
Others go chasing rainbows
Pursuing impossible dreams.

Bigots Spout their poison
Racists make raw our nerves
Politicians make promises
Then forget the people they serve.

Burglars ruin many lives
Drug dealers selling crack 
Isn't it time we called time
Demanding our communities back.

Proper sentences for criminals
For perverts Druggies and thieves
Politicians fighting for us for once
responding to our needs .

Play areas for our children
Youth clubs for our kids
Children playing safely
Just like our parents did.

This is not chasing rainbows
Nor are they dreams we cannot achieve
We can make this whole world so much better
If enough of us believe .

Write an email to your senator
Or a letter to your MP
Demand a set of values
That will help society.

Give praise to our teachers 
Our future is in their hands 
The lessons that they teach our kids
Could be the saving grace of man.

The Judge

The Judge

Accused and accuser, a battle for life,
Abused and abuser, a husband and wife,
Thieves and robbers, the unjust takers,
Pushers, druggies, and even drug makers,

Quickly I decide the fates of these,
The server of justice, respect me please,
I try my best to serve with skill,
To protect the public from those that kill,

Justice is not so cut and dried,
Letter of law before each case tried,
Some guilty go free in this court of mine,
Others are released with only a fine,

Stacks of papers, stories to tell,
Left to me to judge them well,
Pros and cons, wrongs and rights,
As I listen to lawyers’ fights,

Restitution for damages, punishment for crime,
Fault being corrected by the serving of time,
Hours to contemplate how life went astray,
Freedom restricted and fines to pay,

Equality in justice, fairness to all,
Innocent till guilty, no time to stall,
How can we be sure that I’m fair and just?
There’s only one way, In God We Tru$t.

Thaddeus Tietsort
1998

A Flight To Forget

Steward covered me in coffee, the loos were blocked,
no one can enter, sat with legs crossed.
Plane landed with a bump, not so good.
Was feeling sort of queasy cos of no food.
Electrics were down in the kitchen 
Only drinks served, not a good  idea
when ones bladder is full, no wonder I felt *****.

Went to the luggage bay after the loos,
Was so long in there, not much luggage to choose.
Mine not around so asked at the desk,
Come with me said an official funny feeling in my chest.
You have drugs in your case, yes my medication I replied,
By all accounts one of my drugs the druggies crush
Had a repeat prescription in my purse that saved the day,
will holiday at home in future can't stand this fuss.

Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day

Alcoholics and Druggies die every day
That's the chant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Their lives were full of shoulda, coulda, and woulda's
They would get to someday
Which is now irrelevant.

Alcoholics and Druggies die every day.
Doesn't this piquet you in some way?
Have we become that complaisant?

Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
They were people look at the survey
Their lives weren't insignificant.

Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day
They just couldn't break away
From the horrible intoxicant.

Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
I pray
That people will read this and on their mind I can implant
Alcoholics and Druggies die everyday.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret, 
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.

Broken Down

A lifeless body laid face down
on the back alley wet sidewalk.
This time of night no ones around
especially now at three o’clock.
I’m here because my carbroke down
Otherwise I wouldn’t be found dead
in this place. I hail from uptown.
Here, downtown, murder is widespread
Someone is always getting killed:
Prostitutes, druggies and the like
Thinking about it gives me chills.
Man! I wish I had my road bike
I’d flee this jungle battlefield.
For now, better keep my eyes peeled.

A Part of the Solution

A PART OF THE SOLUTION

We have many ministries at Heritage Baptist Church;
For willing, faithful workers we’re always on the search.
For we have many challenges within our ministry;
A part of the solution each worker here can be.
We have so many people we can bring in on a bus,
And so we have the drivers to bring them here to us.
We have the willing workers who Saturday will go,
And ride on Sunday with them, their care and love they show.
We have a good mechanic to help us with repairs;
He’s one we oft depend on, and he is always there.
We have some special people challenged by handicaps;
The Gems and Jewels workers have filled that need and gap.
And what about the “rejects”--the drunks and druggies, too?
We know they need the Savior, and so there is R. U.
We have some folks to counsel, to help them on the way;
Perhaps we’ll build a home where they can live in some day.
And how about Sunday morning--those kids who fill the aisles--
We have some special teachers who greet them with a smile.
And then we have some widows--oh, what a special place
We’ve given to these women we call “Ladies of Grace.”
There’s others who are shut-in and cannot be here where
They hear the pastor’s message, so there is Care to Share.
And those who may be living in a nursing home today
Have someone come to see them, have church for them, and pray.
Our church’s sole priority is the souls of all mankind,
So some go out soul winning, the lost to seek and find.
We have a Christian college, a Christian school so nice,
A camp for use in summer to train our youth for Christ.
We have a missions program, and helps for needy, too;
A pastor who is burdened, a staff who helps him through.
Yes, we at HBC know all the challenges we face
To reach out to Columbus with God’s great saving grace.
And we want to continue to reach out and to grow,
To spread this precious gospel, to learn, to give, to go.
And so we thank our workers, those who have seen the need
And give their time to help us in faith, in word, in deed.
Each part of the solution is honored here today
For all their dedication to the straight, narrow way.

Written for Workers Appreciation 2005, Heritage Baptist Church

Angry Man

ANGRY      MAN

I have no problem with drunks, druggies, husbands who beat their wives,
Asinine youths shouting too loudly, parents who neglect or spoil their children.
These guys make me feel good  because I know it is not me, 
And I feel superior : I am better than that.
I hate the guys in wheelchairs  who slow me down as I walk to work;
Old ladies on crosswalks bug me, stumbling ahead of me, so I must sidestep;
Beggars on the bridge are infuriating,  panhandling for small change.
The wheelies remind me that I have legs 
But I waste my time sitting in armchairs watching football;
The oldies tell me that I too will be a stumbler one day 
And that I am wasting my youthful energy doing pointless activities.
Beggars I really hate, for it could surely be me, easily  -  but for the grace of God.
I am spending my cash on trinkets, burgers, movies, and I can’t even enjoy them 
Because of thinking of these guys  : they make me mad as hell.

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Entered in Susan Burch’s  Contest   “Show Me the Anger”

A Summertime Stroll

The Man Who Saved My Life

I just want to write a dedication to the man who saved my life
I was ready to give up, but your words inspired me to fight
Can I say thank you without being corny?
Thank you Eminem, you're the biggest influence in my story

Heard you for the first time when I was 8 years old
Before I knew Hip-Hop, when I was too young to compare flows
I probably liked all of the swearing at that time
But you were saying all the things I was saying in my mind

I fell in love with the way you put words together
The pain, anger, humour and passion, you made me feel every emotion
As soon as I heard your music, I felt a little better
You made me see, you can still work despite being broken

My parents were too busy getting drunk to care for me
Took into foster care, and your music became my therapy
I was bullied and alone, but you were there for me
Posters of you all over my wall would stare at me

My biological sperm donor wasn't around to teach me how to be a man
Your words did that job for him, I was basically Stan
When  I put your music on, it's like I no longer felt the pain
You encouraged me to grow, and helped me to change

Posters of you on my wall to cure my loneliness
For some reason I felt safer knowing they were there
Social workers told me I shouldn't listen to you, because you're inappropriate
"He swears too much, he hates women and is disgusting" maybe they didn't see the message you share

I could relate to most of what you said
But how can a man make you laugh and cry with the same line?
My family were alcoholics and druggies, I got addicted to your music instead
Used to wonder how you came up with some of your rhymes 

You're a genius at worst, at your best not many can compete
You've stayed by my side, no matter how many people I've seen leave
You eased the weight of the world on my shoulders
I broke down and cried at 12 when I first heard Like toy soldiers

I've wrote a tribute to you before, but I could never thank you enough
Your words are the reason I'm still here
This isn't my best poem, I've wrote better in my poetry book
Even though you won't read this, Thank you Eminem, you helped me overcome my fears