Meth Poem: The Cook

A Poem About Cooking Methamphetamine

Poem submitted by: “Big Dog” – Written while in Folsom Prison

There are only a few who know the trade – How methamphetamine is made.

They live their lives always on the run – Just waiting for the next batch to be done.

Peeking around corners in fear of a bust – As they’re bright shiny dreams crumble to dust.

Women who are only driven by lust – Whose only desire is the crystal white dust?

Everyone wants a piece of the pie – So C’mon man, let’s get high!

But once there up, they only wig out – Leaving their minds to treachery and doubt.

And the cook’s well aware of their grief – Of knowing his friends are only thieves.

Either caught in the act or burned in a deal – By supposed friends designing what is real.

There’s only one way a cook can win – And that by having a partner who is true to the end.

In a true partner who is strong at heart – Exists a bond that none can part.

Together weeding out the crooks, cops – Lowlife’s, backstabbers and the lames.

Jointly running a business impossible to stop – Blazing a trail straight to the top.

But what will it cost you for the Great Life? Nothing much – just you’re family, home, friends and your life.

There’s nothing on Earth that’s worth such a cost – Not to mention all the time that you spent in prison that you’ve lost.

So, once you get there don’t forget what it took… To Be The Man who knows how to cook.


  • G the old cook

    I totally understand this poem. I too lived this life…and in the end everthing I feared came true. As time move on Ive got my life back some what…Now Im cleaning the tornado I caused

  • george

    hey big dog.  it takes u down for real but what if a person feels as if its home ….,  half glare blameing me for criminally destructing there homes , point fingers and turn there backs saying shes ill shes bad, theres something wrong. the other half wont leave me alone.  i try to feel bad sad and reform but mostly i was raised to be this way and i feel nothing..nothing except thier the ones wrong. so what is a girl to do. im hanging on by on invisable thread. that if i cross ill know ill end up dead because ive been to prison twice before and i have worthless tickets growing like flowers on the floor….. also haha! i dont comand any power those damn boys are bigger than me.theres one thing they lack because ive got to much heart. wether people claim its bad or good at least its a start. i just wish sometimes other people could see im only being what i was taught to be…………..george……kcks

  • george

    hey big dog.  it takes u down for real but what if a person feels as if its home ….,  half glare blameing me for criminally destructing there homes , point fingers and turn there backs saying shes ill shes bad, theres something wrong. the other half wont leave me alone.  i try to feel bad sad and reform but mostly i was raised to be this way and i feel nothing..nothing except thier the ones wrong. so what is a girl to do. im hanging on by on invisable thread. that if i cross ill know ill end up dead because ive been to prison twice before and i have worthless tickets growing like flowers on the floor….. also haha! i dont comand any power those damn boys are bigger than me.theres one thing they lack because ive got to much heart. wether people claim its bad or good at least its a start. i just wish sometimes other people could see im only being what i was taught to be…………..george……kcks

  • Mcqueenjon

    wat can i say i been ther and done that word for word done my time and as bad as i hate it ive got my t shirt all i can say is time marches on and im finally off that buggy hunt ya digg that thank god!!!!      -jon mcqueen EAST TENNESSEE

  • Kelly bess

    Words well written I have walked in those shoes, and I learned that close friends and family that I grew up with will be the first ones to lie, cheat, and steal….

  • christy

    Nothing good will ever come from this kind of life…..One can change their direction, it will take a lot of will power but one can do it….