By the 12th step of recovery
My true life came to this:
Twelve friends betrayed me
Eleven homes had stayed me
Ten drugs filled spaces
Nine masks made faces
Eight fighters threw me
Seven lovers knew me
Six head-sick siblings
…Five Secret Things…
Four punished crimes
Three degrees
Two mind grenades
And a-part-soul in a body
Take the 13th step...
ReplyDeleteYou mean: step 616?
ReplyDeletewhen you jump a step, it is possible that you can fall hard. But some people, they can only learn that falling hurts by the hard way: falling. Also, surely, falling can be, how do you say, yes: 'fun'. But, of course, R, you know this. Dobrý den.
ReplyDeleteThe 13th step is the hardest of all-
ReplyDeleteThe higher the number, the further the fall.
Your destiny rests in your hands, gently cupped-
The wheel of choice spins, yours...to interrupt.
Thank you all you None-E-Mouses
ReplyDeleteA-round the world and in square houses
Your comments have inspired me so
Lets have one for the road, and one to go.
Jesus still loves you, whatever you did
ReplyDeleteWell, Light-Lover, you may be scared of death, but I'm not - and as for Jesus, its not mutual. Father, son and holy ghost - a trinity of hellish host.
ReplyDeleteI can only count to ten, so I didn't understand the first four lines, could someone explain them to me
ReplyDeleteit is what it is, just like recovery
ReplyDeleteRecovery: the Big Mummy for people who can't handle drugs
ReplyDeleteLift the mask - no, take off the blindfold!
ReplyDeletelook mummy: funny man
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