The United States Of Meth Poem by Patti Masterman

I pledge allegiance
For which it stands
For meth owns the pharmacies
And chemistry labs.

Meth owns the hearts
And the minds of them,
Who alter consciousness to do
The drug choice of an era;
Next year, it might be dirt?

And then the judges will catapult
The people to space,
From off the earth,
To keep all the populace,
From their craving.

It will be thought quite a success,
To send the druggies,
Up into heaven-

But drugs would soon loose all appeal
If we would clean this mess, down here..