The Dope Abides
by Rachel Hoyt
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From chewing willow twigs,
To swallowing dark swigs of char-
Coal water, vinegar,
Down at the Huckster's Bar - a place
That nostrums often grace;
Wrapped raw onions to face held tight,
Rubbing alcohol, white
Soaked rag sops up the plight, the pain,
Until it burns again.
Pill popping starts up when, cocaine,
And opium gain blame
For addiction, the game they brought
Into our world and ought
To realize what they sought, we crave.
If they say, "Just be brave.
These currents can enslave your gland
To lend a helping hand."
We'll try the potion and... live with
The results - truth or myth -
Knowing the depth and width of mind,
The power that you'll find,
Is quietly resigned, inside -
The dope within abides.
© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
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