Long Opioid Poems
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Guarana Mo!
Most of the follow
wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
I’m sick. I’ve got the ick.
this wasn’t my idea.
My Grandmère had some little orphans over - a couple had coughs.
They were cute and vulnerable - they seemed to have subdued fun.
I caught it - the baby flu.
I thought I could fight it off but it got the upper hand.
Grandmère called a doctor and he was here in twenty minutes.
He asked to see my chest. “If you won’t laugh,” I granted.
I got the COVID rapid antigen test, No.
The rapid influenza diagnostic test, No.
A Rapid RSV antigen test, No.
“You’ve got what everyone else has,” the doctor said.
“Or you have something else.” He added.
‘I could be a doctor,’ I thought.
“Do you want to take a minute to talk to an AI?” I asked.
He gave me some steroids, so my fastball will get better.
Between coughing fits, I suggested a medically induced coma.
Anyway, it’s official - I’m sick, something nasty but nothing in particular.
He gave me Hycet (cough syrup) a yellow, cherry flavored opioid.
Five minutes after I took a pinky-finger dose I stopped coughing.
Something, somewhere deep inside suggested I cough.
‘Nahh,’ I thought, not now.
Gotta go, I’m very sleepy.
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A song for this:
Make the world go away by Eddy Arnold
Fun, Old (edited for time) TikTok fail - showing "Why I don't do TikToks" =]
using a GoPro with a 'follow me' pin - the video jiggles, wildly loses focus and I'm not centered!
daweb.us/bg/silly.dance.mp4
Each and every night this
i pray before i wake
I find in me the word's to write
The poem i wish and dreamed
i always would
That when and once it was
read by every single reader
They then believe that it was
somehow written especially
just for them
That they can turn to when they
are at their lowest ebb , friend's
are few and darkness closes in
Word's that dose like opioid
medication to alleviate all of
their innermost distress , suffering
and pain
Until the demons cascading
freelance through their thoughts
are able to be caught just in time
So that they can summon up
the strength to exercise dormant
facial muscles so as to extrapolate
a smile
That the many other people's
lives that they unknowingly
have come to touch
Have also come to rely on in
order to get them and help them
throughout their day as well
As to some their infectious
smile pleasant manner and
elevating demeanour
Is in part the substance and
the content of aforementioned
poem
I only hope and pray one fine
day before i die i find myself
awakening
Truly to be blessed with the
divine inspiration in order
for me to be enabled to
Express these heartfelt
thoughtful word's in some
poetic form
That will do and treat the
subject matter with
the respect and justice it so
deserves
And hopefully in doing so
somehow heal 2 hearts
with a 1 single verse
For anyone and everyone who
cares enough to take the time
to read it
Be Lineate Sir
Jack and Jill went up a hill. Time to take another pill.
Bobby needs a sympathizer Why no try a tranquilizer?
God is good, and God is great. Take your opioid at eight.
Aunties lived a life of sin. Ease her mind with aspirin.
Pa’s been to long at the Jug Dose him good with a wonder drug.
It is a shame what some folks do; But Fentanyl won’t bother you.
God in heaven answers prayer; My diet pills are green and square.
We are to earth, God’s Testament. I rub my joints with liniment.
In 2015…
—In DMs, he wondered whether Trump “Is America’s Hitler”
In 2016…
—“Fellow Christians, everyone is watching us when we apologize for this man.
Lord help us” “Donald Trump is a moral disaster”
—After one meeting with Trump, Vance wrote “My god what an idiot”
—“What percentage of the American population has Donald Trump
sexually assaulted?”
—Vance tweeted: “Trump makes people I care about afraid. Immigrants,
Muslims, etc. Because of this I find him reprehensible
—“I’m definitely not gonna vote for Trump because I think that
he’s projecting very complex problems onto simple villains”
In 2017…
—“Trump’s a total fraud who doesn’t care if regular people and call
him reprehensible”
—“Trump’s cultural heroin, just another opioid for Middle America”
—On Twitter (X) Vance liked tweets saying Trump committed
“serial sexual assault” and called Trump “One of USA’s most hated,
villainous, and douchey celebs”
A song for this:
The End of the Innocence by Don Henley
—Anais Vionet
It would’ve been Governor Doug Burgum —“Don Jr. and Eric went bats—crazy ‘Why would you do something so stupid? He offers us nothing’” a longtime Republican operative told NBC News
this a story~of how Trump chose VP Vance, JD
Trump chose his running mate~JD Vance and locked in his fate
aspiring to Burgum~ unknown governor ho hum
JD, JD, JD!~hollers like children in kindy
Trump ratified his sons~ Senator Vance raging all guns
another Pence not a chance~ I want MAGA warrior Vance
sold out for an election ~this man has no conviction
—Monoku’s by Anaya
I grow increasingly concerned
about living in an unhealthy monoculture
of educational
evangelical
judicial
legislative hubris
Rhetorically LeftBrain dominant
verbally debating
which empowered opinion leader
will improve my personal consumer powers
and ego-incorporated
greed productive profits
In this competitive big Dog
eats little not leftbrain dominant
feminized nasty girl-dog
predative worldview
In which straight white male dominant
militarized
police state supporters
armed and dangerous
capital profit performers
for self-aggrandizing opulence
corpulence
corporate satiation
Slick as opioid addiction
to causing pain
supporting profitable relief
through drug-addiction management,
Corporate sponsored
unhealth
uncaring
inhumane unwealth
predation strategies
to survive economies
of LeftBrain dominant
scarcity
With no apparent worthy survivors
after we professionally
corporately
predatively kill prosperity
of all our individual species
recast as if
competitive pleasure-seeking consumers
on some superficial entertainment regimen
and off from our own RightBrain
cooperative mind
inviting compassionate health care
ecologically co-gravitating,
sacredly indigenous
natural/spiritual nondualistic,
bilateral,
contextually therapeutic intelligence.
What we need
and mental/physical healthcare expect
our teachers
clergy
judges
and elected representatives to wisely administer
is health and safety
of this
and future humane
regenerators
Of past
and for future
bicameral
bipartisan
multicultural compassion,
Sacred
indigenous
health/wealth equitable
and potentially win/win care
Integrity,
our universal EarthTribe
becomes more economically co-invested
in cooperative
dialogical political values
Empowering integral
holistic
equitable health care reception
Which is also
enlightening
trusted
not frightening
safe wellness,
prosperity,
wealth care
Seeking cooperative EarthPeace
through health mediating productions.
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
His legions marched through Gaul; how crazy could he be?
He ordered them to kill Neptune, spears into the sea
They were loyal to a madman, but blind loyalty is a sin.
And Caligula kept ruling, until an assassin did him in.
Hitler's doctor gave him a medicine with amphetamine
Withdrawal symptoms came, no way to get his body clean
Another drug was oxycodone, an addictive opioid.
A third pill gave Hitler jaundice, you think he'd be annoyed
But Hitler liked the doctor, fired another doc who called foul
Continued wars and genocides, till he threw in the towel
He did dumb tactical things, generals were ignored.
But Nazis fought to the end, for this man they adored.
Stalin killed his own Army officers, so Russian power faded.
He saw disloyalty everywhere, while the Wehrmacht invaded.
Eventually Russia won, but at such a terrible cost:
Twenty-seven million Rus soldiers dead, before the Nazis lost.
Mao said all Chinese farms must be run by the state
In four years 45 million starved, but his ego did not deflate.
He decided cities were corrupt, ordered folk to the countryside
They had no survival skills, so 20 million died.
Mao's "Red Book" sells millions every year.
T-shirts sell too, look who men revere
they ignore millions of deaths, a rule almost mystic
Is one death a tragedy, but many a statistic?
Russia puts up Stalin statues, some places Nazis still won't fade
If mass murder doesn't matter, does stupidity made the grade?
If dead could speak, there'd be a volcano under our feet
If men can't learn from the past, it is doomed to repeat.
Republican Vice-Presidential nominee JD Vance’s comments about Donald Trump:
In DMs, he wondered whether Trump, “Is America’s Hitler.” (2015)
“Fellow Christians, everyone is watching us when we apologize for this man. Lord help us.” (2016)
“Donald Trump is a moral disaster.” (2016)
After one meeting with Trump, Vance wrote “My god what an idiot.” (2016)
“What percentage of the American population has Donald Trump sexually assaulted?” (JD Vance, 2016)
Vance tweeted: “Trump makes people I care about afraid. Immigrants, Muslims, etc. Because of this I find him reprehensible. (2016)
“I’m definitely not gonna vote for Trump because I think that he’s projecting very complex problems onto simple villains.” (2016)
“Trump’s a total fraud who doesn’t care if regular people and call him reprehensible.” (2017)
“Trump’s cultural heroin, just another opioid for Middle America.” (2017)
On Twitter (X) Vance liked tweets saying Trump committed “serial sexual assault.”
and called Trump “One of USA’s most hated, villainous, and douchey celebs.”
.
.
A song for this:
The End of the Innocence by Don Henley
I’m on a nasty drug
Disguised as kindly beauty
You’ll never find my dealer;
I’m the one who sells it to me
Yes, I’m the dealer of my love
Spilled those pills straight down my heart
I never feel I’ve had enough
Yet you’ve broke me since the start
How I long to stop taking you
But love’s an opioid for crying
Each day I’m begging, drooling
Though inside I know the drug's lying
It's as if I have forgotten
All the pain you’ve put me through
My mind goes numb, my eyes turn dumb
Bam!
My hands connect with you
And within your cusp I pry your vial
I know it's full of dust…
But it gleams like gold within the moment
My eyes see through its rust
I unscrew your rusty bottle
And my heart of longing sinks
My loving stole the best of me
Your perfume abruptly stinks
Every time you blew my candles out
To windy winter blues
But I can not stop my heart from beating
It's something I must do
So much love locked in my heart-shaped vault
No one to share it with but you
Freedom from you means no love
How can I make it through?