The day they proclaimed addiction to be a disease
is the day drug abuse spread like a weed
The powers that be profit from prolonged disease
not so much from personal responsibility
they legalized dope to keep people pacified and numb
then lay tax on the working man-play us for chumps
They've turned this country from a cool place to be
into a red-hot mess, the needled and syringed lining the streets.
Nancy was right when she said just say no
now they have grass and gas stations
in deep blue tongued Colorado.
Some want to categorize obesity as a disease.
the cure for this one is simply quite easy
shut your pie hole and start moving your feet.
There's way too much profit in treating "disease"
That's why cures occur so very rarely.
Once a person is cured the money pig thins
it dies in the stye with the profit margin men.
Categories:
syringed, drug, grave,
Form: Rhyme
In a world where change is inevitable we never see it coming
new and more advanced search engines
hairdos that shock us with color and multi dimensional form
faster cars that run on solar energy
foods syringed with synergetic fibre, may or may not be
lethal to our health...
Plastic trees and recycled items that make us wonder,
what was it once before ?
weather buffets that whip us one day and stroke us the next
hyper media intoxication that makes us beg for temperance
In a world that is one day your best friend and the next
your adversary,
I'm glad I have a home to come home to every night
I'm glad I have a family that never leaves my sight
I'm glad I don't like change enough to give up being
"predictable"
In this volatile world where nothing ever stands still for very long,
I'm glad I reached an age of appreciation, for the same old song.
Dec. 3, 2019
Categories:
syringed, analogy,
Form: Free verse