Are All Illicit Substances Female? Poem by Percy Flage

The first one,
She was my Booze.
A bunch of fun, really,
She made me quite silly.
Hangover the next day.

Then came the next,
Mor-phine, at its best,
She gave me a new high,
Then told me, 'Go die.'
I never quite felt the same way.

Second 'K' was long,
The Chronic in my bong,
She calmed me down,
She made me never frown,
We still talk today.

So many more 'K's' passed,
LSD, X, Mushrooms, and Gas,
They took me on trips,
I saw some face drips,
Part of me is still far away.

Briefly an 'L' broke through,
Pills green, white, and blue.
First she was just too sad,
Then always too mad,
My mind was astray.

So now what is left?
There's Heroin and Death?
I'm not sure I'm ready,
To quit holding on steady,
To just let myself fade into gray.

(July 9,2010)