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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Powers Of Addiction</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This feeling is an uncontrollable urge, <br>Very soon I'll be ranting and raving, <br>On my body and mind it is truly a scourge, <br>I must score to get rid of my craving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's okay to drink it's fine to smoke, <br>Though it kills more than my illegal drugs, <br>While your liver fails and your black lungs choke, <br>It's not just us Junkies who are mugs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Addicts are not those down and out scum, <br>Society just loves to portray, <br>They can be rich and famous yes clever not dumb, <br>Does that make their addiction okay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I look at my own reflection, <br>The ravages of drugs I don't see, <br>I still look at myself with affection, <br>Deep inside that skeleton is me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've disgraced my Father and Mother, <br>Yes I'm disgusted at the life I am living, <br>But my guilt I can easily smother, <br>I use those who are always forgiving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They supply me with clothing and with food, <br>My needles I am given for free, <br>My benefits can go on my fix now that's good, <br>If only the blind could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They believe they're providing assistance, <br>When in fact our problems they compound, <br>When required we'll put up resistance, <br>Those tactics will always confound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To get high I will beg steal or borrow, <br>As for shame I no longer care, <br>Regardless I no longer feel sorrow, <br>When I fall down I know they'll be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You spend millions trying to help us all, <br>But the majority don't want to be cured, <br>While on our drugs we are having a ball, <br>Of that you can rest assured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The question in reality this poses, <br>Is why do so few of us finish with drugs, <br>If they woke up and smelled the roses, <br>They would know we treat them as mugs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By pandering to us our addictions they feed, <br>That's a subject they don't like us to mention, <br>When alls said and done it's our fix we need, <br>Cessation was never our intention. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They even give us a temporary fix, <br>Some methadone to see us through, <br>It does till we get our stronger kicks, <br>Though long term it's a decision you'll rue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you give booze to an alcoholic? <br>I very much doubt if you would, <br>Though it allows them some fun and frolic, <br>It certainly won't do them any good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So why do you feed us a drug that kills, <br>It just doesn't make any sense, <br>It's akin to taking too many pills, <br>The decision makers must be all dense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To get high I will beg steal or borrow, <br>As for shame well I no longer care, <br>Regardless I don't feel any sorrow, <br>When I fall down I know they'll be there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every twist and turn I take, <br>I find there is no way out, <br>Any decision I attempt to make, <br>Fills me up with self-doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm caught up in a vice like grip, <br>There is no way I can escape, <br>I know my dignity this habit will strip, <br>My existence is so out of shape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love the feeling when I'm on a high, <br>But I detest that road back down, <br>I feel so depressed I just want to cry, <br>In self-sympathy I just want to drown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's always someone else, who's to blame, <br>My peers my friends or whoever, <br>It's never me that's why there's no shame, <br>As an excuse it's really quite clever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you will say I deserve all I get, <br>For this is the life I have chosen, <br>Have you lived a life without any regret? <br>From society have you ever been frozen? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may well ask why am I so obtuse, <br>I'm responsible for my own affliction, <br>Well I say to you no it's not an excuse, <br>I've succumbed to, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘' The Powers Of Addiction ‘'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Mar">Bri Mar</a><div class=q>
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Very soon I'll be ranting and raving, 
On my body and mind it is truly a scourge, 
I must score to get rid of my craving.

It's okay to drink it's fine to smoke, 
Though it kills more than my illegal drugs,..."></div>
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