DRUGS Poem by Pam Stepansky

Glory!
Excitement!
The answer to your prayers!

Marilyn Manson
The Grateful Dead
Kids these days
What’s gotten into your head?

Are you doing the pot?
Is that bong for E?
Its become clear
Mom, you don’t understand me.

The giggling munchies
And late night chatter
The fleeting connections
That tell me “I matter.”

Your absence is heavy
Dad’s working late
How else am I supposed to

Feel Great.
Feel Glory
Excitement
Meet God

You just have to eat these
Mushrooms I found in a bog
They’re black and they’re slimy
They’re golden and blue
Mostly they’ll help you forget that you’re you