Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Poem: The Old Junkies Conundrum

"The drugs these days ain't got any legs on 'em.
Don't last as long, don't get you as high.
Everything they make now is crap.
Now in my day they had some gooood dope.
That shit got you high for days."
- The commonly heard refrain of an Old Junkie.

Isn't it possible, I propose innocently,
that the dope is the same (or even stronger)
than in your day?
Only you have changed?
Maybe you took so fucking much dope
that you used up your natural
neurotransmitter balance
and it would take years
of sobriety and Prozac
until your brain gets even close to
relatively average levels again?

The Old Junkie pauses for a moment
to think about what I just said.
But not much longer.

"Naaaaah, man. Nice try, though.
It's the dope.
It's just worse shit.
One day I'll find the good shit again
and then you'll see."

Found the "good shit" lately?

"Not for fifteen years," he says sadly.

Yet this common refrain goes on,
in many different languages,
all around the world.
"The drugs aren't what they used to be."

Sure.
Blame it on the drugs.

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