I've been ambling dead like a zombie
Distressed; not classy like Abercrombie;
Can't get the words out
Like a ketchup bottle needs a clout
I need a hit from my crack pipe
She had the best drugs not a hype,
But after all the therapy sessions
And the endless tears and confessions
I no longer am easily sedated
By an ounce or a pint; the effect belated
Is no where near what it used to be
When it was everyday a dose of she;
But she stayed out of reach
Like a cookie jar hidden sealed from breach
Or intrusion and my system shut down
I couldn't even laugh at a ****** ******* clown
The heat slowly dissipating from my body
Her toxins seeped out my system leaving a shody
Shamble of bones and a dull luster on my eyes,
I returned to the life I led before her; full of lies;
But I'm getting up getting out getting going,
She's back again; my narcotic supply is flowing;
I feel the slow drip drip of the IV trickle
Within me a good warm feeling; no longer fickle
I'm no longer in a sinking trodden ship
Joy is in my fingertips as I'm back on her radar glowing blip...
© okpoet