LORD KNOWS HOW HARD I HAVE TRIED
Granted the fact that I am vain
All of life’s weakness to share,
Drawn to nicotine, alcohol and cocaine
A natural candidate for Satan’s lair
Desperately needing that sedative release
Unobtainable by guts alone
Frantically dreaming of the inner peace
Alcoholics and drug addicts have known.
The refreshing nature of spirits, wine and beer,
Instant release by the needle and pot
Elevating one’s spirits to a much higher sphere
Away from living’s painful lot.
Secluding myself in my secret retreat
Narcotics and booze before me
Never again pain and troubles to repeat
Tranquility and peace my fervent plea.
Gasping for breath, ‘pot’ certainly not my bag
Undaunted, confident of the other alternatives
‘Ugh’ the taste of alcohol, I find a real drag.
Definitely, for my weak stomach, too corrosive.
To drive a dirty needle into this beautiful body,
Injecting a substance, it’s quality unknown,
The brains in my head would have to be cloudy,
For such senseless destruction to be shown.
It’s no use, I can’t take this route,
My weakness and logic collide,
Therapeutic results definitely in doubt
Lord knows how hard I have tried.