Just Another Junky
Back in the nineteen nineties
I'd get righteously opinioned
When I'd hear about junkies on TV
Or see them out on State Street
Panhandling for money
Don't you have somewhere better to be
In the two thousands it hit closer
When my cousin got addicted
And pretty much destroyed her family
First she lost her daughter
Then she went to prison
Now she's a prostitute at forty-three
All the time I'm thinking
Without a trace of irony
At least I'd never sink so low as that
It's a subtle kind of judgement
When the truth begins to close in
It can be about enough to hold it back
While I was busy judging
I nurtured my own compulsion
I lived at work and soaked in alcohol
Rather than do the facing
I upped my medication
Guess I'm just another junky after all
June 3, 2018
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2018
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