I am a junkie
And I feel all of my pain.
I am a junkie
And my friends are too.
I am a junkie
And still the moon hides most of the time.
I am a junkie
But my girl has more problems than I do.
We are lucky stiffs
To be alive and ungrateful.
We are lucky stiffs
While the dead forget to wander.
We are lucky stiffs
But why does blood have to be so cumbersome?
We are lucky stiffs
As the concrete dries and freezes our joints.
You are a hipster
And your mom was something once.
You are a hipster
With some kind of pseudo sort of point of view.
You are a hipster;
The principal of people's principles.
You are a hipster
But the war doesn't pick and choose.
She is a whore
That's worn down but always sold out.
She is a whore
But don't ever call her Mary.
She is a whore
With mouths to feed and dicks to suck.
She is a whore
But Jesus only liked to watch, so they say.
I LOVE this piece, amazing.
I am a junkie, though I haven't used now for over a year, and although I am still on methadone I AM reducing it now, with a view to coming off it completely some time next year.
I don't know if you were referring to yourself when saying "I am a junkie", but if you were then I do hope that you are doing ok and that you're not letting the demon smack get you down too much. (And even if you WEREN'T referring to yourself in the poem and you're NOT a junkie, I obviously STILL hope you're doing ok and that you're not letting anything get you down).
Take care,
Thia Alisha, The Sweet Algolagniac