NOTE: Whenever I experiment, I think that whatever I do is really cool. Then I re-read it, and wonder if it is as cool as I thought it was. This is one of those poems. -kf
Addiction
all it takes is one.
one drink or one cigarette,
and you think that you can
(alcohol) quit whenever you want.
but soon it (nicotine)
consumes your mind,
and suddenly,
what you thought was (alcohol)
manageable becomes wildly
out of control.
"i can quit whenever i want,"
you coolly tell yourself,
and sometimes,
you (sleeping pills) believe it.
and sure,
you may go for stretches of time
without thinking about
the thing that you secretly crave.
but the feelings never last,
and soon, thoughts of
(nicotine) your addiction
swarm your mind, and
(pornography) the thoughts
continue to swirl and (alcohol)
flood your mind, and
(Demerol) you can't (marijuana)
look through the (nicotine)
(cocaine) clouds of (heroin)
disgust (meth) that (alcohol)
make you feel (nicotine) (alcohol)
like you could al(meth)ways
im(nicotine)(alco(cocaine)hol)prove.
