'' Who Would You Say Is Addicted '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' Who Would You Say Is Addicted ''



I swallow tablets every day,
They're required for my afflictions,
I never will get hooked on them,
They're all on repeat prescriptions.

I drink some alcohol every day,
Just to be sociable you understand,
I buy it from the pubs and shops,
But I never get out of hand.

I take a pill before I drink,
To subdue my raw aggression,
I also take another one,
This conquers my depression.

I gain comfort from my pills and booze,
So with my appetite to whet,
I go and get my lighter,
Then smoke a cigarette.

I also frequent the bookies,
Where I like to put on a line,
Although I usually lose my stake,
To gamble is just divine.

As I look at all my habits,
None of them hold fears,
I've smoked, I've drank and gambled,
I've shed my share of tears.

Everything thing I do in life,
I stay well within the law,
As I look upon this life of mine,
I cannot find one flaw.

I can boast without a doubt,
Without the need for altercation,
I don't have any issues,
My habits fill me with elation.

I really have a problem though,
With Alkies and those Junkies,
They drink too much and swallow drugs,
They're all a bunch of flunkies.

One needs his bevy every day,
While the other needs his dope,
They smoke their gear, drink all day,
For them there is no hope.

They swallow pills like sweeties,
Some of them inject,
The police should just arrest them all,
Our honour they must protect.

They gamble daily with their lives,
It really makes you sick,
They have a choice the same as me,
But I'm clever, they're all thick.

They'll make the claim they're like that,
Because they feel oppressed,
They need to take their drink and drugs,
We've got them all depressed.

Most of what they do in life,
Is done without a thought,
They carry out illegal acts,
Then hope they don't get caught.

Who do they think they're kidding,
They're just a bunch of thugs,
Why can't they live the same as me,
Lay off the booze and drugs.

They need to stop this gambling,
Their habits cause such a stink,
The depression and the violence,
Is the result of this crucial link.

When you look at both these stories,
Although both equally afflicted,
You be judge and jury,

‘' Who Would You Say Is Addicted''

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