This Meth Poem was penned – or should I say posted by Danimal55 (KCI screen name) in memory of a beloved friend Lori Haggerman, who passed away due to an overdose on meth.
Thank you Danimal for allowing me to re-post your poem.
The Cat in the Sack
My name is meth and I’ve come to your town
You know who I am, you’ve seen me around
The Earth did’nt make me I’m a product of man
Who’d like to make money….. however he can
I’ll tempt you, I’ll seduce you, I’ll arouse curiosity
And the door will swing open to join this atrocity
All that it takes is just one little sniff
And you’re well on your way…… to being a stiff
I’ll take the smile off your face and make sores in it’s place
I’ll take all that’s yours….. in trade for disgrace
I’ll make you so thin that you’ll look like Twiggy
You’ll behave most strangely and act really wiggy
Now come a little closer, be a part of my lie
Let me fool you and trick you… ’til you just want to die
Whatever you’ve got I will take as you rot
You might think this is bull, I assure you it’s not
Your family, your friends, your Mom and your Dad
They will all fade away…. to become those that you had
You’ll hate those you love and love what you hate
But don’t worry about that ’cause I’ll be your date
You’ll do what you can to make your next deal
Whatever it takes…. you’ll lie cheat and steal
The spouse, the house, the dog and the truck
They will all have to go….. for with me you are stuck
So tell me, I’m puzzled, I don’t understand
Why people like you put their heads in the sand?
Don’t you know that you’re one of a kind?
There’s no one else out there like you I can find
Why can’t you be happy inside your own skin?
Why do you change this creation you’ve been?
Is the wonder and magic of life not enough
That you’d give it all up for this nasty stuff?
And don’t forget all the hearts you will break
If you choose to go out and make this mistake
Now ask this question… just one last time
“Do I want to be…. what I hear in this rhyme?”
What do you think? have I yet said enough?
Do you think you will turn and run from this stuff?
OK! enough of this crazed psycho babble
But tell me, I wonder…. do you still want to dabble?
If you say yes you won’t really be phat
You’ll be a loser like me……
Tha Cat in the Sack
I asked Danimal for more information about the dear friend that was lost that day. The following is what Danimal shared with me:
Lori was 44 when she killed herself with a massive injection of ICE, she was a career opiate/benzo addict who had only been into meth for a few short months.
Ironically she came to this small and isolated community to “clean up”.
So much for the “geographical”.
Her family was emotionally unfit to clean our her apt. so two friends and I did it for them.
I found a hand written note, her last communication, that she left on the coffee table where she was found dead.
“give my stuffed animals and bears to Mom, sell my clothes, I want lots of flowers at my funeral”
An ambulance followed me 20 mi. to town that morning, I had no idea it was carrying my dear, and very dead,friend Lori.
Rest in Peace Lori. Your light has not been extinguished so long as this poem and your story exist to share with others the truth about this horrible drug.