everyone I know does drugs
we are all hooked on the bait
slaves to erasing our unique traits
craving sameness
embracing lameness
rushing into the arms of nothingness
and we could care less
nihilists in an age of apathy
seeking release we love to party
those who care cannot see
any way to be. Honestly
so they set their minds free
on L. S. D
we sleepwalk through the day
and take Ambien to sleep at night
addicted to each and every vice
we experiment for work and play
and give kids adderall so they act right
addicted to craving for a slice
we’ve got it good, we’ve got no choice
we’ve chosen to silence our own voice
while the kids rage and waste away
smoking weed and getting wasted all day
what else is there to do in the age of drugs
spread your arms if you really need a hug
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7 years ago
The last stanza of this one really got me. You finished it with the best possible line, contradicting the rest of the poem, the hopeless tone you set, finishing with a sliver of optimism. But it was optimism that had requirements: the help of others. Struggling over your shoulder is nothing compared to the pleasure of someone else's nails hitting that perfect spot, right when you need it.
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