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“Monsters In Powder Form” Poem & Warning Against Meth Addiction by Lesley Patterson

“Monsters In Powder Form” – A Poem & a Warning on Meth Addiction – by Lesley Michelle Patterson

“Monsters In Powder Form”

A Poem and a Warning on Meth Addiction by Lesley Patterson AKA Lady Opaque

Monsters in a powder form,
so toxic that they harm the unborn.
Such a venom they put in your veins,
yet it relieves all of your aches and pains.
Scary because it feels so great,
but they cause nothing but pain, regret & hate.
All for that hunger just to sate,
but it damns you & seals your fate.
Relapse can be inevitable and many times, too,
the horrible, disgusting things these drugs can make you do.
I’ve been clean since I was 16,
avoided it all & you know what I mean.
Never do I wish to take the poison again,
it has caused the fall of too many men.
Never will I let the demon take hold,
it destroys all you touch like King Solomon & his gold.
Some still use no matter what they’re told,
it strikes all types both the young & the old.
Let this be a warning to all who will hear,
never ever let this drug come near.
Avoid it at any cost,
for if you do it, your life will be lost.
So do not follow those that use tweak,
run away from them & turn the other cheek.
So deadly please heed the words that I speak,
for if you do it, you will become weak.
Nothing will ever feel the same,
once you’ve been caught up in the deadly dope game.
You’ll chase it round the clock,
you may even wind up being shot by a Glock.
Do not throw your life away,
just to get high for another day.
You’ll become a zombie & a shell of your self,
never to gain prosperity or wealth.
You’ll soon pawn & sell off all that you own,
you’ll have no electricity, food, internet or phone.
You’ll be a dope head and all alone,
this is the future that I was shown.
At such a young age I had been tricked,
but my addiction I beat, I have it licked.
Nevermore will I sell my soul,
for crank takes such a heavy toll.
You’ll start with selling all you have & more,
then some turn into what’s called a dope whore.
You’ll lie, you’ll cheat, you’ll fuck over every friend,
and this torture will never end…
As long as you clasp on to the crank,
you may as well end it all with a shank.
You’ll soon be out begging for food just to eat,
you’ll wind up jobless & homeless in the street.
Nothing will matter to you anymore,
not friends, not family, only those who can help you score.
You will hurt all those you love,
and be cursed by the Gods above.
Crank may feel better than sex,
but it’s voodoo and casts a deadly hex.
Whether you smoke, snort or take a shot,
it will cause your mind, body & soul to rot.
Be forewarned by what I speak,
or become a soulless nobody hooked on tweak.

Lesley Michelle Patterson AKA Lady Opaque
Copyright November 2013

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