A NEW POEM BY DACKER THICKE

cesi n'est pas une pipe

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.

-Dacker Thicke

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