Fix And A Prayer Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON

I cross myself, n' pass the church,
Then I'm off to buy a fix.
I ask my god to protect me first,
Then I'm off to buy a fix.

I ask that someday I might fine,
A reason just to live,
Some special kind of peace of mind,
N' a special love to give.

I'm stuck, I can't change, they say,
I gotta have a fix,
' La chive' All the people say,
' You'll never, ever kick.'

But still I pray 'forgive me god ',
N' still go buy a fix.
Then sit around, scratch n' nod,
Now I don't feel sick'

Hours pass....there ain't no pain,
Cause I just a fix.
Then gettin straight, n' hurtin again,
N' lookin ' for a fix.

God help me off this merry-go-round,
Chained to this 'horse' I sit.
N' break the spell that keeps me down,
N' teach me how to live and love a bit.

(March 10th 1970)