NECESSITY OR WANT?

 




I need drugs!
I need a drug.
A specific drug.

I need something I can pop in the morning and regardless of what transpires, NOTHING bothers me all day, yet I’m totally aware that no-one cares what I think anyway.

If you’re reading this, you’re LITERALLY doing what I don’t want.
If you ‘Like’ this, respond to my request, Twitter me, Follow me, Share me, or make a comment on my blog, you’re merely facilitating.
You’re being an enabler.

If you’re NOT reading this, then thank-you!
I assume it was the watered-down title, enforced on me by Facebook Community Standards?
I’m sorry that you didn’t get this far.

I’ve done FUCK LOADS of drugs in my life.
I’m not proud.
I am beholden to Big Pharma for my health, and beholden to Whomsoever for my woes.

I have taken drugs that have made me fall in love with everyone.
I have taken drugs to counter the inevitable consequences.
I have taken drugs that have fucked up my liver.
I have taken drugs that have repaired my liver.

I have taken drugs that make me achieve.
I have taken fluoxetine
I have taken drugs to make me hornier.
I have taken drugs to rid me of permanent erections.

I have taken drugs out of desperation.
I have taken drugs out of carrier bags.
I have been to 'Opiate Hell' & back.
I have stayed there for an enjoyable fortnight’s vacation.

I have been vaccinated, sedated, and operated on.
I have been inebriated, libated and re-hydrated again & again.

I have smoked, snorted, popped, and double-dropped.
I have injected my stomach with Methotrexate
and had steroids in my fingers & my knees.

I have danced by a lake on Ecuadorian mushrooms.
I have occasionally taken Aspirin.

I don’t need drugs.
I just need a drug. THE drug! One that will keep me from everything & everyone else............

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