Ode from the Drugged...

• Artist: Skyhawk the 2nd
• Description: ...Demographic.
  
  So sad that the title bar is limited.
  
  Anyway, to be brief, the title says it all. Enjoy, comment, and rate.
• Date: 07/15/2008
• Tags: drugs blackhumor poetry

I dare to say that I’m proud of my heritage;
of the drugs vainly stated in a vein cut
down to the most mediocre membrane.
The called-upon chemicals of my ancestors
rage through my medium, and I am like them.

Like monkeys on mescaline.
Apes on Amphetamine.
Oxy-cotton Orangutans.

Yes, my arms are as lanky as a loose laxative lashing.
All the more able to wipe my bum with tissue. Or membrane.
Or all the powder that hasn’t been snorted into a vein.
Or nose. Or maybe “insane” is the sane word here.

Why?

Because I am as vicious as I am vivacious
and are curious as I am vicarious
in the teeth.

And they have all fallen out; me being an old man
who chronically takes an un-chewable ecstasy.

Comments

[findulias]

Very good, amazing and touching, open and honest.

[Elda-Chan]

Beautiful imagery, and very powerful. It touches something and makes me think. 5/5

[Miss Liza]

I adore this, because i've honestly never read a poem about this before.

Nicely done.