I WAS AN OPIUM ADDICT

I was an opium addict
In a former life
I know . .
the smells
the feel
the taste
the life
They lead in the dens.

God save me from paregoric
Which they used to sell in stores
And save me, please, from laudanum
Which used to treat our sores.

Don't want to get tricked
By the opium flower
Don't want no
Opium Wars.

Keep me from the poppy-juice
the joints
the Tongs
the huddling
Over a pipe
Warmed by a stove
In my bunk
Pigtailed
Bamboo slippers
Eyes glassy and gone.

Lord God
Please save me
Save me
From such a fate as this.
© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand


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