Junkie on his backA Poem by InyourshadowTesting drugs on animals
Mickey the monkey the whacked out junkie,
was a real space cadet. till sweet Mary Jane sent him quite insane, and left him in a sweat. with a rolled up note he would snort and tote, or drop a tab or five. and though it was said that he looked half dead, he never felt so alive. he popped on blue pills to cure all his ills, and drank to keep him calm. as his mind unhinged as his veins syringed, with heroin in his arm. The man on his back from the uncut crack, ate mushrooms by the score. Offering a taste of your lifes a waste, and you know there's nothing more. Rubbing Valium upon bleeding gums, to ease his smokers cough. Now with alcohol and pure disperol, he lays back and Soon nods off. His pain is ended by drugs he befriended, to ease his empty life. But would be quicker and far less sicker, if he had but used a knife. © 2011 InyourshadowReviews
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8 Reviews Added on November 3, 2011 Last Updated on November 3, 2011 Tags: Drugs, humananity, animal testing AuthorInyourshadowUnited KingdomAboutI am trying to broaden my abilities as a writer, hoping to learn new styles and ways to express myself. I am married with 4 kids and a beautiful grandson, plus my two wonderful yorkshire terriers T.. more..Writing
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