The 5-10-5 Poem

There is a pattern within the poem and it should be easy to pick up on (the reason for naming it 5-10-5).

Xannies don't make the pain go away,

And the coke is only here to betray,

The weed just to make me fuzzy for a day,

The drinks just to make me trip, stumble and sway.

And the heroin just to let me forget what I was gonna say.

This is my lethal cocktail,

And here I was just scared to fail,

But I look where I am and I know I've followed the wrong trail,

Realized I need to get it together before I end up in jail,

That whatever I am doing just won't sail,

I feel weak, broken and frail.

I've been chewed up, spit out, so now here I lay, all sickly and pale.

Gotta wonder what it's like to have to call Mama to pay bail,

I now see that I've been chasing my own tail.
Damn, life isn't no f*****g fairy tale.

The more I write with this pen,

The less I ask what ifs in trade for when,

And I see I'm doing the same s**t I did back then,

The same time I pushed away friends and Mama hen.

The same time I got kicked out of my only den.

Maybe this time around I'll grow up and learn,

Instead of sitting back, and watching that familiar blunt burn.

Maybe I'll reach out, get help and begin to yearn,

Not for drugs but friends that have been waiting to see this thought process churn,

Maybe I'll get looks of love instead of worry or concern,

Is it time for a new look, a different direction or turn?

Time to open my eyes so I can see and discern,

To quit slinging hash, get a job, and start to earn?

I need to get away, or maybe stay close and learn?

Get away before I am met with something, a bit more stern.

I don't want to be met with those cold steel handcuffs,

I've lived my life and been called on my own bluffs,

I've been mad, let out my own puffs and huffs.

Been out in the cold, not knowing I'd need earmuffs,

Left without anything, not even some minuscule foodstuffs.

Now I know, these eyes are really shifty,

These people really nifty,

They only want something for you, maybe some money like a fifty,

But they know you're on your last leg, know you've been getting thrifty.

They're like wolves, they know you're sore and gristly,

But you won't let 'em get you, you're moving briskly,

Moving rather quickly, super slickly,

You're finally freezing up, dope stuck to your brain, you aren't moving swiftly,

Now it's super chilly, you can't think clearly, can't see crisply,

It's too late now, we all know who's guilty.

Reviews

[philly1a]

Hi Austin like your poem preety good rhyming that made some sense to me especially in the beginning of your poem

[theghost]

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[Randolph]

F*****g. Brilliant.
Cheers.