Community Care Page 7 Poem by Not Long Left
Community Care Page 7
Market my addiction
in a glossy magazine
Present to the proffesional
how you can get me clean
Fool the public with your concern
Hook the addict, catch the worm.
This wolf wants to blow this crack house down
Give me back my breath.
Employ me to implore them
To take but not to tell.
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Under this bridge
There is a crowd of coloured cans
Under this bridge
there is pools of bliss piss
Under this bridge
there are nests of needles
Under this bridge
I question every word you boldly print
With a sip and a frown
I enter the worlds of dreary men.
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4/16/2024 5:37:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem, Vincent. There's more to it than meets the eye. Having worked in a methadone clinic and only seeing the tip of the iceberg I sometimes wonder if care in the community is really working..... Love, Fran xx