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Poetic Freedom : Not Me!!!
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From: Queenbea  (Original Message)Sent: 1/12/2004 3:17 AM
 
 
NOT ME!

"Not me," said the star
as she did her first line.
"No drug can enslave a strong will like mine."
"Not me," claimed the lawyer
(he just took his blue pill),
"I want to relax as I draw up this will."
I won't need it tomorrow,
it's just for today,
I can take it or leave it,
so right now, let's play.

"At least it's not drugs,"
bragged the tall high school jock.
"Just booze ain't so bad,
come on let's get crocked."
"Hey, roll us a joint,"
cried the cheerleader queen.
"I hate all my teachers,
my parents are mean."
I won't need it tomorrow,
it's just for today,
I can take it or leave it,
so right now, let's play.

"I don't do hard liquor, I only drink beer,"
The hard-hat was certain
he'd nothing to fear.
The housewife, "A vodka,
to get through the night,
The kids and the housework
have me quite up-tight."
I won't need it tomorrow,
it's just for today,
I can take it or leave it,
so right now, let's play.

"Not me," they all cried
as they thought in contempt
Of the 'typical addict,' alone and unkempt.
"Not me," of the derelict down in the gutter,
When "I once was like you,"
they heard his soft mutter.

But time has run out
for both lawyer and star,
They know they've hit bottom,
they've fallen so far.
With athlete and housewife,
with hard-hat and queen,
They're facing the horrors
of where they have been.

They've lied and they've cheated,
they've stolen and fought,
Seen their families' eyes when
at last they've been caught.
They've sworn to do better,
then started again,
Torn by a craving that's killed stronger men.

They've sweated and writhed
in the grip of addiction,
A torture they'd thought
to meet only in fiction.
Some have been beaten,
they can't face the pain,
They dig their graves swiftly -
they're using again.

Some hope for the future,
they work and they pray
For a time when a rainbow replaces the gray;
When the thought of their cravings
does not make them cower,
They know they can do it -
with their Higher Power.

But their worst pain of all
is that others still laugh,
"Not me, it won't hook me,
for I'm strong enough."
They know it CAN get you, "Not me" is a lie,
And they beg that you'll hear them -
and choose not to die.

by Diana Robinson Ph.D.


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From: MSN NicknameEXSent: 1/19/2005 6:46 PM