Sobriety, Bah!

I do like drugs. My doctor gives me six
To gobble every day. Throw in caffeine
And the liquor, and life assumes a
Certain squalid opulence, which I
Enjoy. I do like passion, unprescribed.
I'd rather deal with agitation, love or
Hatred than be even tempered.
Those who are seem deadly dull.
Now, Jim has called me “bat-shit
Crazy.” I'm not certain he is wrong.
What I ingest may play a part, but,
Surely, lunacy's innate. It's been
With me for all my life, and, though
I think that I could face it, cleared-eyed,
What's the point of that? It's much
More fun to mess with it by feeding
It the drugs.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-02-26 at 18:26

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