Stoned Dead Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Richard, you pick a rare theme here and push it for good purpose. I appreciate this poem

When you take away all the moral beauty and respect of Life and in Life, emptiness occurs and drugs fill in the blanks. You can become a slave from too much social freedom and breakage of all decency and rules. Your poem and its intentions, I think, point this out very well. Let it not fall on deaf ears.