The White Line Poem by anais vionet

The White Line



Ever snorted cocaine?
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I've never crossed that line. The white line.

When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie,
I shrugged and said, "No, sorry, I'm allergic."
What are you supposed to say, "Crack is whack, "
or "I prefer my coke with rum and ice? "
The white line. I don't cross the line.

It's not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs
in high school than I have at Yale. I've mostly seen
"study drugs, " there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta) .
Do they give students an advantage? I don't know, maybe.
Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors,
and I just don't cross those lines - those little white lines.
.
.
Webster: Unctuous: "an obvious, fake friendliness"

Slang: ‘boxcut' ot ‘squarepants' = a square, a no fun party-pooper

*I use artistic license for colors: for instance, adderall can be a blue, orange or yellow pill.

The White Line
Wednesday, May 10, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,celebration,drugs
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 10 May 2023

For you, the 'white line' is a red line.

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