We had recovering drug addicts come in Talking to us with their sunken Ashy eyes And sweaty palms You could tell they were nervous by the Way they carried themselves Cinder blocks and Broken piano parts And their pasts All clinging to them, For life support They talked about how easy It was to let gravity eat you alive As you are falling into a black pit You can’t stop the falling Their wings were bound to Pseudo lovers who Gave them bruised arms And blue fingers. If you are lucky enough to Escape the clenched hands of Addiction, The rest of your life will Be a walking tightrope act Trapeze dancers One slip and you are falling Even faster Harder than before. And your family, friends, Everyone you have ever known is In the audience watching you Fall into your premature grave And there is nothing they can do But tell you to fly But you cant Because you just love your Mistress too much To ever let her go. And they warned us about How hard it might be to say no To not let the circus come into Town, but if you do Only you can pack up the Lions, clowns, Colorful balloons. Someone asked them if they Believe drugs should be legalized And he responded with If I walk into a gas station And see drugs for sale I will Not be able to hold myself Upright. But I also do not want a government Establishment to tell me what I can And cannot ingest into my body, So I don’t know. Newton’s First Law of Motion States that something will keep moving Unless some force acts upon it. And once you start drugs Or gambling Or skipping meals it will progressively Worsen in time. Festering in bloodstreams Until you decide to stop it.