A drug dealer I am not,
Not so stupid to be selling pot,
Don’t want to in jail be left to rot,
I will sleep, thank you, in my own cot…
I also don’t sell any cocaine,
Rather see it melt away in the rain,
To some it is for them a bane,
To others it may cover up their pain…
Used to when younger do acid,
Made me hot, quite arid,
Sold by the lid,
Had to with much money, make a high bid.
© -ed- 10/19/18
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After I kicked nicotine at seven, I took charge of my body and decided that stimulants were not something a healthy body needed for nourishment. My mind was sound, so I didn't need mental medication either. So, I never drank beer like all my friends and family did. I did concede to liquor after 18, mixed because it tasted good and made me feel mellow for parties.
But, as I watched young men and women get attracted to and addicted to expensive drugs of the variety we all know, all I could think of was what a waste of youthful potential and cash that could be saved and invested in an education like I did, a business, or even a home. Instead, I saw many wasted lives hooked on this or that, including cults that claim to help people kick this or that, but didn't.
As I turned 21, I was in the hospital and on morphine to alleviate pain for 20 days. I didn't sleep at all for over 10 days. Never wanted to be like that again and haven’t.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane