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Posted on 10/15/21 at 6:59 pm to Cracker
quote:
Personal responsibility played no roll eh?
Because thats what I said.....
Posted on 10/15/21 at 7:09 pm to Strannix
Nationwide suicides are a problem in this country. Covid is not. Just a big fricking charade since the beginning.
Posted on 10/15/21 at 7:11 pm to Packer
The Monkey
We hear the word addiction, and we conjure up a picture,
A junkie on the roadside, like a leper from the scripture,
These wretched little vagabonds, out wasting their own lives,
As they beg to feed their habit in the struggle to survive,
But they weren’t always creatures who were slaves unto the spoon,
Most started out as patients in a doctor’s waiting room,
They left as people hurting with a bottle full of pills,
With big pharma pushing poison so its coffers it could fill,
For all of us in some way look for comfort from the pain,
From Tylenol and booze to prayer, with herbs or novacaine,
So when a doctor comes to you,
Says “this will stop the Hurtin”,
You’ll take him at his word, for your trust in him is certain,
Not knowing that drug companies, are tempting him with cash,
To push their poison products out for every bump or gash,
And sure, they work to dull the pain, in fact they do it well,
But when they’re gone, they leave their victims wrapped up in their spell,
To feed the their new addiction,
They tell Doc they’re still in pain,
So he writes a new prescription, fills their pockets once again,
And it goes on until he won’t prescribe them any more,
But the lack of legal product doesn’t stop their need to score,
And so they’ll find some pusher who has access to supply,
They’ll pay whatever price he asks so they can get their high,
‘Cause without the little pills you see, the pain comes roaring back,
But really it’s the monkey of addiction on their back,
And those with jobs and homes and lives, only the high they’ll crave,
They’ll sacrifice it all and be by opiates enslaved,
If they can’t earn the money for the price their high demands,
They’ll take it from their children’s mouths and out their loved ones’ hands,
It’s no excuse, they know it’s wrong, but that monkey is stronger,
He rides them and he lies ‘til they can’t take it any longer,
And It’s not just aimless junkies that society will shun,
It’s our mothers and our fathers,
It’s our daughters and our sons,
It takes ones who were decent and it turns them into fiends,
Until they don’t resemble the someone that they’d once been,
So politicians crack down, make it hard to get the pills,
But the companies who started this will line their pockets still,
Now the doctors won’t prescribe,
Even to those who really need it,
But that won’t stop the monkey who demands his victims feed it,
So In the absence of the pills, they find a substitute,
The demon known as heroin,
Into their veins they’ll shoot,
They’ll go from snorting pills to find their fix in a syringe,
Each needle steals their souls pushing them further towards the fringe.
They’ll lose their jobs and homes and even even friendship won’t remain,
They’ll betray and hurt their loved ones to put poison in their veins,
They find themselves upon the streets, beg strangers for some dough,
The monkey doesn’t eat, so to their pusher they will go,
All semblance of their former selves, Is by The Monkey shattered,
And they begin to lose all sight of things that really mattered,
And no matter what they give him, well the monkey asks for more,
And so one night they’ll find themselves convulsing on the floor,
If they’re lucky then the nurses, will use Narcan to reverse,
But at the ones who killed their high to save their lives, they’ll swear and curse,
And most will waste their second chance, and make their way back soon,
To The Monkey that enslaves them, with the needle and the spoon,
But some will take that second Chance, at life they they’ve been given,
And Throw that cursed monkey off, take one more stab at livin’
And leave behind The Monkey’s lies and all that they were knowin’,
But The Monkey’s always waiting, for the hunger to start growing,
He’s lurking in the darkness for the moments when you’re weak,
When despair swirls all around you, all his lies he’ll start to speak,
Of how you’re bound to fail again despite how hard you’ve tried,
How all the pain can go away if you just let him ride,
Of how you’re weak and worthless, Oh, but none of it is true,
The truth is that he’s powerless,
He’s not the boss of you,
Though at first he seems so massive and he doesn’t go away,
Let him know he’s just a monkey,
He’ll get smaller every day,
And when the road gets rocky and you start to lose control,
Remember all you lost when that damn monkey had your soul,
So if you give him nothing, find your feet and stand up tall,
You’ll look down and discover that the monkey’s very small,
And when you’re feeling weak,
Just know that soon the urge will pass,
And if you don’t believe his lies,
Then you can kick that monkey’s arse
We hear the word addiction, and we conjure up a picture,
A junkie on the roadside, like a leper from the scripture,
These wretched little vagabonds, out wasting their own lives,
As they beg to feed their habit in the struggle to survive,
But they weren’t always creatures who were slaves unto the spoon,
Most started out as patients in a doctor’s waiting room,
They left as people hurting with a bottle full of pills,
With big pharma pushing poison so its coffers it could fill,
For all of us in some way look for comfort from the pain,
From Tylenol and booze to prayer, with herbs or novacaine,
So when a doctor comes to you,
Says “this will stop the Hurtin”,
You’ll take him at his word, for your trust in him is certain,
Not knowing that drug companies, are tempting him with cash,
To push their poison products out for every bump or gash,
And sure, they work to dull the pain, in fact they do it well,
But when they’re gone, they leave their victims wrapped up in their spell,
To feed the their new addiction,
They tell Doc they’re still in pain,
So he writes a new prescription, fills their pockets once again,
And it goes on until he won’t prescribe them any more,
But the lack of legal product doesn’t stop their need to score,
And so they’ll find some pusher who has access to supply,
They’ll pay whatever price he asks so they can get their high,
‘Cause without the little pills you see, the pain comes roaring back,
But really it’s the monkey of addiction on their back,
And those with jobs and homes and lives, only the high they’ll crave,
They’ll sacrifice it all and be by opiates enslaved,
If they can’t earn the money for the price their high demands,
They’ll take it from their children’s mouths and out their loved ones’ hands,
It’s no excuse, they know it’s wrong, but that monkey is stronger,
He rides them and he lies ‘til they can’t take it any longer,
And It’s not just aimless junkies that society will shun,
It’s our mothers and our fathers,
It’s our daughters and our sons,
It takes ones who were decent and it turns them into fiends,
Until they don’t resemble the someone that they’d once been,
So politicians crack down, make it hard to get the pills,
But the companies who started this will line their pockets still,
Now the doctors won’t prescribe,
Even to those who really need it,
But that won’t stop the monkey who demands his victims feed it,
So In the absence of the pills, they find a substitute,
The demon known as heroin,
Into their veins they’ll shoot,
They’ll go from snorting pills to find their fix in a syringe,
Each needle steals their souls pushing them further towards the fringe.
They’ll lose their jobs and homes and even even friendship won’t remain,
They’ll betray and hurt their loved ones to put poison in their veins,
They find themselves upon the streets, beg strangers for some dough,
The monkey doesn’t eat, so to their pusher they will go,
All semblance of their former selves, Is by The Monkey shattered,
And they begin to lose all sight of things that really mattered,
And no matter what they give him, well the monkey asks for more,
And so one night they’ll find themselves convulsing on the floor,
If they’re lucky then the nurses, will use Narcan to reverse,
But at the ones who killed their high to save their lives, they’ll swear and curse,
And most will waste their second chance, and make their way back soon,
To The Monkey that enslaves them, with the needle and the spoon,
But some will take that second Chance, at life they they’ve been given,
And Throw that cursed monkey off, take one more stab at livin’
And leave behind The Monkey’s lies and all that they were knowin’,
But The Monkey’s always waiting, for the hunger to start growing,
He’s lurking in the darkness for the moments when you’re weak,
When despair swirls all around you, all his lies he’ll start to speak,
Of how you’re bound to fail again despite how hard you’ve tried,
How all the pain can go away if you just let him ride,
Of how you’re weak and worthless, Oh, but none of it is true,
The truth is that he’s powerless,
He’s not the boss of you,
Though at first he seems so massive and he doesn’t go away,
Let him know he’s just a monkey,
He’ll get smaller every day,
And when the road gets rocky and you start to lose control,
Remember all you lost when that damn monkey had your soul,
So if you give him nothing, find your feet and stand up tall,
You’ll look down and discover that the monkey’s very small,
And when you’re feeling weak,
Just know that soon the urge will pass,
And if you don’t believe his lies,
Then you can kick that monkey’s arse
This post was edited on 10/15/21 at 7:14 pm
Posted on 10/16/21 at 9:39 am to NyCaLa
quote:
"Oh well"? Nice response you ugly piece of crap. If your beloved firstborn son died this way you'd say oh-fckn well, right fck-face?
Lol. I have no kids. Sorry yours was a pos druggie. I have zero sympathy for addicts, whether it's heroin, alcohol or soft drinks. Mentally weak drains on society.
Posted on 10/16/21 at 10:15 am to kywildcatfanone
quote:
Now, I get people that got hooked somewhat from physical injuries, but that to be a small minority of people.
It’s not. Particularly here in Kentucky. Statistically well over half started out with opioids handed out like candy for pain management of things like back injuries, surgery, and even dental care. Then moved on to street heroin when states starting cracking down on prescription pill mills and made it harder to get legally.
This post was edited on 10/16/21 at 10:17 am
Posted on 10/16/21 at 10:18 am to Strannix
quote:
OD deaths
Died with heroin or of heroin?
Posted on 10/16/21 at 10:28 am to BluegrassBelle
quote:
Statistically well over half started out with opioids handed out like candy for pain management of things like back injuries, surgery, and even dental care.
Link, please.
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