King Methamphetamine can crush your life
I am submitting a poem handed to me by a good friend, that I wish to share with all who dare to read it. I only wish I could make the whole country read it and comprehend it. Please read it once, then read it again, and take fair warning from its contents.
King Methamphetamine
Beware my friend, my name is King Methamphetamine
My path to destruction, is cruel and mean
I was born in a country so far away
But now I am here and here I will stay
I am a world of power, they know it’s true
Use me once, and you’ll know it too
Addicts, pushers and plain clothes Dicks
But mostly by junkies, who want a quick fix
I’ll make a school boy forget his books
I’ll make a world beauty queen forget her looks
I’ll cause a good husband to cast out his wife
And send a greedy pusher to prison for life
I am king of crime, the source of corruption
I’ll capture your soul and cause you destruction
Am I not just a king, a God to behold
More precious than diamonds, and more treasured than gold
If you wish to hear more of the things I can do
Of men I’ve delighted and the women I’ve slew
I’ll control your mind and then your brain
With a full course of torment, first pleasure then pain
Nights you will toss and turn and won’t sleep
You’ll rise in the morning so humble and weak
You’ll be hot then cold, the vomit and cough
After 10 days of madness you might throw it off
You’ll curse my name and down me in speech
But you’d pick me up again, if I were in reach
And nights when you lay awake, planning your fate
You know I’ll be waiting, beyond the gate
I gave you WARNING, you didn’t take heed
So jump on my back and get ready to speed
So secure your feet in the stirrups and ride me well
Because the ride you take may land you in jail.
To those of you, especially our young people, who have never tried it, but think you might like to, I implore you DON’T DO IT! Those of you who have tried it and been caught up in it, stop now and fight it!
The battle is a hard one and never really over. The road home is long and bumpy. I would like to tell you it becomes smoother and easier, but that is only found within one’s self. It is a long, lonely walk back up that road, but ask for the company of the Lord and it will become easier.
At the end of the road you will find your reward: self-esteem, hope, self-pride, and motivation, all never really lost, but found again. Good luck because people, there is no hope in dope. I will pray for you, as I have prayed for myself many, many lonely days and nights. To my children Chris and Leah: I love you both so very much, be strong. To Leah, especially, please come back home! Your mama, your real mama, misses and loves you very much.
Wanda Mason
Jacksboro Road
Morrison