Drugs
- they're a modern plague,
'tis said,
chemical ways of forgetting,
seeking a moments release
after which
the pain's not gone
it's there, mayhap even
redoubled.
But the chemicals,
alcoholic and other,
are not the only surcease:
there's also the lure
of the great weekend,
or the great lay,
after which
the pain's not gone
it's there, mayhap even
redoubled,
and our sorry, sorry lives,
stay unremarked,
unchanged, and
unimproved,
as greedy, shallow
and material
as ever, and still
unremarked
by heads up
collective rears.
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