I took six painkillers in six hours last night,
though I’ve never been prescribed anything.
My friend says he’s got some great “stuff” coming in,
as good as the last “stuff”.
He always says that,
I always tell him we’ll see.
I’ve got a half empty bottle of gin on my counter,
I’ll need a new one tonight.
Or I’ll have to walk to the bar,
Not an easy four hundred feet for my two feet,
but not the first time I’ve managed.
I’ve got an empty coffee cup
to the right of three empty energy drinks.
I don’t get jittery anymore,
just awake.
I’ve got a pack of cigarettes in my car,
my jacket, my backpack, my nightstand,
my work desk, my garage, my other jacket,
my bathroom, and above the fridge,
just in case.

My friend says I don’t understand addiction,
because I’ve never done heroin.
Perhaps I don’t,
but I still chuckle whenever he says it.

Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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