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Jan 2017
Putting out the money
Going to buy me a line
Paying for my funeral
20 bucks at a time

Gonna burn myself out
A form of self- cremation
Ashes to ashes... Scattered
Among the Genesis of my creation

If you are using
What's doing the using
And what's being used

If you are abusing
What's doing the abusing
And what's being abused

If that place where you exist
Keep shrinking day after day
And seems to be something you missed
Even though it was sold off every time that you pay

Understand that this is no lecture
Just tidbits - hints - observations and lessons to me
Pulled out, up and in as conjecture
Expanding those Horizons with moderation as the key

I believe avoiding all forms of addiction
Is like trying to catch MoonbeamsΒ Β in the palm of your hand
No prediction needed to predicate predilection

No excuse...
But the speed of that which we produce
With addictive qualifications
Could rival the oceans ability to produce Sand and Gravel
Wave upon wave just churning it out

Then when...
The whole mess turns into big business

Again I have to wonder...
Who's being used and who's doing the using
Who's being abused and who's doing the abusing

Too often too many find their last hope
Was all ******* at the end of the rope

Understand me... Don't...
Underestimate me!
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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   Mishael Ward, Corvus and SPT
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