Stoned and Depressed


Drugs are tricksters.

Drugs are imps.   They’ll tickle you.

They’ll mess with your head.    They’ll stare you down

and win.   Drugs are hostile

with a smile.   They’ll make you cringe.   They’ll make you laugh

with a knife menacing your back.   Drugs are punks.

Drugs are demons.   They are

brothers with no compassion, sisters with no remorse.

Drugs remember.   Drugs forget.

They stink, they lie, they cheat.   Drugs

are the epitome of deceit.


Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books