Twisting my sobriety

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
We’re all allowed a vice
Try a little taster first
Maybe you’ll try it twice?

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
I bet you like a drink?
A pint, a shot, a glass or two
Acceptable, don’t you think?

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
You like to chase a line?
Cavort and snort, but keep it short
I’m sure they think it’s fine

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
Oh, you like to smoke weed
That’s commonplace these days I think
At least, it seems agreed

Tell me what’s your drug of choice
You passing round the pipe?
That dirty bowl, that empty soul
Now, is it worth the hype?

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
You shoot up with a pin?
A vein in vain, hides all the pain
No wonder you fit in

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
It may set you apart
For you just want to fall in love
To mend your broken heart

Tell me, what’s your drug of choice
You must know what I mean
However you reach giddy heights
You’re far from fucking clean.

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2 thoughts on “Twisting my sobriety

  1. Hi
    So I’ve just read ‘Twisting my sobriety’ by Rich Harris.
    A poem of despair, of pain, of escapism. All that I have been through(2nd verse)
    Yet every verse resonates. How we easily latch on to the ‘latest craze’. How we follow the heard,because every one does it…so it’s fine, right?
    Rich has captured how we think we deal with sorrow/pain/loss, the wrong way.

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