I'd like to apologize for the poem on another level. I know that there are a lot of people for whom prescription drugs are a real problem. And I always assumed that if I was ever given access to the right narcotic it would be a problem for me too.
Farewell Little Pill
I don’t drink or smoke dope
in case that would be the rope
to hang myself in addiction.
But my recent hospital stay
found me eager to say
please wipe away this affliction.
I welcomed the narcotic.
Its effects were quite cathartic.
My pain was drowned in sweet relief.
But I was fairly bemused
and (when awake) was confused
by the appeal of this stuff on the street.
It eased the pain in my hip
and when the pain was gone I quit.
|In an oxycontin haze...