Every day of freedom is a good day.
2018
Unwind the mind to find the right design
To articulate with my paper mate
What goes on down below
It’s obscene in the world of the fiend
A river of self-inflicted misery
As chemical chains corrupt the brain
And I die inside a little each time
I hear another story about the glory
Of a half gram shot or growing pot
Of stolen cars and dirt bikes
Of “Meth Beth”
And “Tash the Gash Rash”
There’s few diamonds in the rough here
The best of the worst are still the worst of the best
As a sleepless malice never rests
I succumb to the world of gronks and dogs
Bags of fruit and chocolate frogs
The language seeps into my being
It’s obscene in the world of the fiend
So I swim against the tide
Bed down with books
Make knowledge my bride
Great minds guide me to meaning
And pretty soon I start believing
I’ll leave here my soul in tact
When I walk out those gates and never look back
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The world of the ice fiend is a pretty dismal place, stolen cars and week long binges, psychosis and crime sprees. There really is a chick that everyone in AMC seems to know called Tash the Gash Rash.
I often say I’m a man of contrasts, talking shit with crims all day then reading Tolstoy and Tim Winton by night, talking about ‘Grand Designs’ and politics with my family at visits then about “shoppers” and drug dealing with the jail riff-raff.
Every day of freedom is a good day.
Thank you for sharing this eloquently versed poem and your musings and thoughts with us all.
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