The Junkies Trip



One day while high on dope I took a trip and left this world behind,
I started down that lonesome trail for some of my friends to find
I came to a signboard on the trail the directions it surely did tell,
Turn right to go to heaven Turn left to go to hell.
I haven’t been too good on earth but a hopeless, doodles, doping flake,
I knew when I came to these crossroads the path I would have to take.
So I started down the rocky path it led to Satan’s place,
I shook within not knowing the things I would have to face.
Ol' Satan met me at the gate He said “What’s your name, my friend? “
My name is dopey Rice and as you see I’ve come to a sad end.
He glanced o'er his red files “You’ve made a mistake I fear,
You are listed as a Junkie and you are not wanted here
I come to see my friends a smile come o'er his face,
If they been using dope they’re in the other place...
So I turned back the way I came to the crossroads I did see.
I turned and went to heaven I was happy as I could be.
The Judge said “Come In For you I’ve given birth
You’ve been using dope you’ve been through hell on Earth.”
I saw my friends Chris, Crystal, Chad, and a dear friend named Dale
Boy was I happy I thought, they all had gone to hell.
Guys and Gals take warning, learn something from my trip
There is a place for you in heaven if you try hard not to skip it
And when someone tempts you with dope when you aren’t feeling well
Tell them you’re going to heaven, and they can go to hell…….

About this poem

I wrote this poem 40 years ago while I was a patient at Central State Hospital. I have a collection of unpublished work. I hope this inspires someone.

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Written on June 13, 1981

Submitted by the.unpublished.poet2019 on October 02, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AABBCCDDEEFGDDHHIIJBKLBB
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,483
Words 305
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 24

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