Oh Drugs Poem by Christopher Cariad

Oh Drugs



Drugs are what I need.
oh drugs, sweet drugs,
come in the air I breathe.
Lift me up
so high that I can barely
see the world’s moving lives.
Let me float in your clouds of ecstasy,
and let me fly away from this sanity.
Oh drugs, sweet drugs,
induce me today I plead,
with your sweet cloud
of heavenly stupidity.

Thursday, January 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: drugs
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