Poem from lemme

Violet Blues

Just when it seems
that the chaos mellows
unaccountable
powers that be
express forth
another dictate
Xthose people
Xthat would prefer
Xto use drugs
Xto control pain
Xwill be placed
Xinto further pain
Xfor not choosing
Xappropriate drugs
Xto reduce pain
Herb grows
from the ground
not purchased
synthetic crap
poor mimic of
the real thing
to generate
numbers repeatedly
in merciless clutches
for the bankrupt
medical ?! system
when doctors
move into politics
to Frist amerika
in a final shakedown
before life dissipates
with a big bang
rather than a whimper

(c) 2005 lemme howdt