Short Addicts Poems
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We are
A nation
Of drug
Addicts
Legal or not
Why wont my
Health insurance
Cover medical
Marijuana
2019
Still oppressed
The "high" achieved by gambling addicts - so much lost for so little won.
Dec. 23, 2018 for Silent One's Winners and Losers Poetry Contest
Clutching at straws
That break
Metaphorically
The camels back
The waysides chaplen says
Bring back heroin
We can't control
Ice addicts
I reside in a commune of exconvicts,
Lucky I was never convicted.
I reside in a hallway of rooms of addicts,
Lucky to live here unrestricted.
The Addicts Dream
Today is the last time
Today is the last time
365 days
Is the lost time
Until the last time
When
The dream is lost forever
holes in the brain
are what you get
addicts one and all
pick your poision
just a different hole
in a different place
for a second of pseudo peace
you lose your mind.
Black smoke in the past pollute the sky
Now radio electrical waves the why
Addicts of energy habit of use
Electronic devices quite the abuse
And now to post the poem wi-fi
Hark! Loudly sounds th' ill-advised trumpets...
Dance thou Addicts! Dance thou Alcoholics!
'We Dance Sickly' as though helpless puppets;
Do all addicts and alcoholics.
All army
Administrants
Add additional
Adrenaline addicts
Assigned always as airborne
Armored assault armies allied
Against antagonistic attack
As another act asserting action.
new misogynistic hatred
springs forth from the altar
worship my deity
breathe the chemical imbalance
and choke on my godhead
you, who are meager
you, who are my servants
you emaciated addicts
From here on in, I'm renaming my limericks
My clever new name will of course be HUMORICKS
Seems silly I know
But limericks must go
Because HUMORICKS give humor addicts a lot more kicks
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'm gonna inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this Soup locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, some of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked>center>
Did you know ducks are known as “quack addicts”
Got a million more, three of which I'll now inflict
On my unsuspecting pals
Here on this weird locale
Don't get all squirrely, you guys are hand picked
Old Gooseberry gets in when you let your guard down
Handsome, diabolically friendly, he never shows a frown
Temps you with spirits, pills and elixirs to make you high
Some addicts think he is a splendiferous, wonderful guy.
drug addicts no shame
any excuse once it’s lame
in court last fix claimed
back out burgling on the game
society accepts blame
By
David Kavanagh
Stormy lives lived, their
whirling vicissitudes
tease our windy passions
imagery strewn
'long corridors else hollowed
by whores and addicts, why?
rages the storm, tempting
deep within, reflects the sky
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
HAMBURGER HAPPINESS
while the potatoes watch TV
and the addicts
frequent movie houses
skulls drool and devour
hamburger happiness,
I lie on my smooth blue
silk and contemplate
the sorrows of
the ocean
© Kim van Breda—June 2014
Dad or Bad.
Broken homes
And
Lavish dens
On Benefits
Or in a benz
Got enemies
Some call Friends
There's
Stick up kids
Gangs with shivs
And the thug addicts
Selling drug habits
There's the good
Bad happy and sad
Who am i
Im now a dad
Someone said
97%
Former addicts
Return to addiction
He never felt addiction's hand
Then supped with The Source of redemption
Instead
He sided with ''MORE''
More evil surpasses good
More hands toy with fire
More folks welcome slow death
Not so!
*
People with hollow souls
and selfish goals
addicts to greed
adding their need
all out for themselves
saying “what about me”
tortoise shells are not for sharing
their warmth and protection worn by one
our need one of love and caring
our strength to look out for no one
drinkers from plastic
diet pepsi addicts hear
twice the micro beads
of fractal plastic
lodged in your body systems
on an average
scale of health diets
and population samples
of FOREIGN OBJECTS
in sampled people
stuff that summons class action
lawsuits for billions
stan sand
I am lost without God's grace.
As cocaine makes drug addicts happy,
As war satisfies the appetite of an army,
As meta-sensualism quenches the burnings of a nymphomaniac,
God's grace is the codeine for my soul.
I cannot do without it.
I will seek God's grace every day until it ferries me to eternity.
The world doesn't stop for us,
It's not our friend.
Pulls us into it's core,
We're addicts left to depend.
The wind still blows
And rain still dries.
While we lie in hospital beds alone,
Watching our bodies die.
And as death sings us to sleep,
Closer to amends.
The world doesn't like us,
It's not our friend.