Best Opioid Poems
I wish I had known that the cocaine and heroine
That killed my friends in the sixties and seventies
Would become an “Opioid Crisis” in my later years.
I wish I had known that somehow the same bad choices
That not only killed but criminalized my friends back then
Would make today’s addicts poor victims who need accommodation.
I wish I had known that the press and government
Would create the battle cry “Opioid Crisis” as a way to get readers and votes
Without considering the consequences in our healthcare system.
I wish I had known that because of measures taken
To protect other people’s children who chose to misuse an illegal substance
My child dying of cancer would be treated like a criminal when obtaining prescribed pain meds
I wish I had known that at almost 60 years of age I would be fighting
To get pain medicine I clearly need for a diagnosed condition
And be treated like an addict on the street was in my youth
I wish I had known that despite friends and family who love and care
This would be the loneliest, most painful time of life
Because those with the power to help are busy completing forms and counting pills.
But I didn’t know. And the life I’ve lived has been a clean one in which I always strived to make the right choices,
No speeding tickets, no parking tickets, no arrests, church on Sunday;
And no relief from the pain that now fills the long nights.
I didn’t know that I would have to watch a sweet young woman with stage four cancer
Jump through hoops to get the meds that make her comfortable
While addicts who overdose are fawned over, given expensive drugs, and promised no consequence.
I didn’t know that I survived an abusive household growing up
With alcoholic parents who enjoyed belittling me
Only to find myself understanding suicidal depression for the first time as a senior adult.
But now you know.
May 15, 2019
Tripping Point: An Opioid Odyssey
There are lines we cannot see, hardly know exist
Until we cross them. Then, as if by trip wire,
The temptress snare catapults us into a world
Of primeval darkness with no guide star.
“Hear my song and have a life of feel good”, she promises;
Her dissembled melody the dirge we can’t stop hearing.
Like a virus embedded in DNA she corrupts the message
Using us to propagate her death traps for more unwitting.
Lust for this mistress, Sans Merci, becomes insatiable,
Devouring all we love or live for - even hope itself!
Oh had I Circe’s warning:
Bind me to the mast, fill my sailors’ ears
With wax and sail alee of the siren’s song.
Copyright © 2018 Paul M Thomson
When Dee threw his back out again
Jay was his right-hand man.
Good deeds from a Christian brother -
Love one another.
Jay would drive Dee to therapy -
faith, hope and charity.
Jay did shopping; my, what a friend!
A straw in the wind.
Pain pills missing; this is not cool,
missing the Golden Rule
Jay helped himself as he helped Dee
getting high for free.
Dee had to end Jay’s free-wheeling;
would that stop the stealing?
A bigger question arises -
opioid crisis.
written 8-9-18
contest: Fool Me Once
sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Annoyed With Opioid
Concerning subject became annoyed,
When anyone would mention opioid;
About worry,
And also jury;
Went ahead and did have destroyed.
Trump will never end up being wrong,
And always has been same old song;
Mouth had spurt,
And fell on shirt;
Forever we did know he was ding dong.
If pathetic person will play with politics,
There are many ways to perform tricks;
Definite door knob;
On hair put dob;
Is amazing ways people get their kicks.
Jim Horn
More Later. Nap time.
Avoid Being Annoyed By An Opioid
What we should do is try to avoid,
Becoming angry and also annoyed,
Destroyed for sure,
Not have to endure,
Or being tempted by another opioid.
Jim Horn
One life, two lives three lives, four
I'm the one you feared knocking knocking at your door.
It's me your friend, I'll make you feel good
I've now made my way to your side of the hood.
I'm used in hospitals, how bad can I be?
You'll find out soon, when you bow to me.
You think it's for fun, it will be fine
Until you give me your soul, your life is now mine.
Soon enough, you'll hate the tears and the loss
You'll want to quit, but I'm now your boss.
Your family and friends will worry everyday
You'll lie and lie just to keep them at bay
You'll try to rid me, you'll really try.
Here come the aches, the pain and sweats oh how you'll cry
You'll cry and you'll plead and think of me again
You'll shout with venom, you'll curse and blame them.
One day, two days, three weeks, four
Don't you see? It's me you adore.
You can't be sober, I'm not through
You see? All your family and friends have given up on you.
Its just us now and the bed you've made
It's not all my fault, it was your life to trade.
Look at you, begging for money just to high.
Little do you know, you've told your last lie
It's time for me go, and onto my next
I'm sorry to say, but you've failed your test.
You're no good to me, now that you're dead
A penny for your thoughts, that remain in your head.