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Comment: lately, there is a poem going round the 'net that involves
addiction to crystal meth. at the end of this email i will include it.

i'm curious as to the source, as the attributions are everywhere - i'm
even wondering if it truly came from a Meth addict. among the alleged
sources are:

"This is a poem passed on to (Sheriff Ashe) by a relative of the 21 year
old female who lost her life while addicted to crystal meth. This is a
true happening. A 21 year old female was addicted to crystal meth,
overdosed, and lost her life. After her death, they were cleaning out her
apartment and in her top dresser drawer, found a poem she had written."

"We received this from a friend, a mother with two children who are slaves
to this horrible drug. She said reading this poem was like a punch in the
stomach, because of its sickening accuracy. Please read this and pray for
these adult children and the many, many, many others caught by its

"The below poem was written by a 28-year-old awaiting transfer to an
Oklahoma State Prison for meth-related crimes. It paints a sobering
picture of the devastation this toxic poison can have on an individual's
life. "

"My wife is a probation/parole officer. One of her clients was busted with
25 grams of chrystal methamphetamine, and this poem was found in his
residence. The person wrote this while high on meth. He has served time in
prison for meth, and will soon be going back."

there's even a fairly recent news article where sheriff's department investigator mentions finding the poem in a
meth addict's home.

my guess is that someone on the 'net just wrote this, and it spread like
wildfire, but that's where you come in. lol...i found some of these by
just googling "Meth poem"...

poem is below -


If my 'glamorous' lifestyle
Is appealing to you. . .
And you want to try me
Because you've 'nothing to lose'. . .
Then, let me give you
A bit of advice:
You are a fool. . .
And you'd better think twice.

I destroy homes
I tear families apart
I take your children
And thats just the start
Im more value than diamonds
More precious than gold
The sorrow I bring
Is sight to bold

If you need me, remember
Im easily found,
I live all around you
In school and in town
I live with the rich
I live with the poor
I live just down the road
Or maybe next door

Im made in a lab,but
Not in one like you think
I can be made under your kitchen sink
Or in your childrens closet
And even out in the woods
If it scares you to death
It certainly should.

I have many names
But there's one you know best
Im sure you've heard of me
My names Crystal Meth
My power is awesome
Try me and you'll see
But if you do
You may never break free

Just try me once
And I might let you go
But if you try me twice
Then I own your soul

When I possess you
You'll steal and lie
You'll do what you have to
Just to get high
The crimes you'll commit
For my narcotic charms
Will be worth for the pleasure
You'll feel in my arms

You'll lie to your mother
You'll steal from your dad
When you see their tears
You must not feel sad

Just forget your morals
And how you were raised
I'll be your conscious
I'll teach you my ways

I take kids from their parents
I take parents from kids
I turn people from god
I seperate friends
I'll take everything from you
Even your good looks and your pride
I'll be with you always
Right here by your side.

You'll give up everything
Your family, your home
Your money,you friends
You'll be all alone
I'll take and I'll take
Til you give no more to give
When Im finished with you
You'll be lucky to live

If you try me be warned
If im given the chance
I'll drive you insane
I'll ravage your body
I'll control your mind
I'll own you completely
Your soul will be mine

The nightmares I'll give you
When your lying in bed...
And the voices you'll hear
From inside your head
The sweats,the shakes and the visions you'll see...
I want you to know
These are your gifts from me

By then its too late
And you'll know in your heart
That you are now mine
And we shall not part
You'll regret that you tried me (They always do)
Remember, you came to me
Not I, to you

You knew this would happen
How many times were you told?
But you challenged my power
You chose to bold
You could have said "No" and walked away
If you could live that day over
Now what would you say?

My power is awesome
As I told you before
I can take your mother
And turn her into a whore
Go ahead and curse me
With every breath
Just make your choice
Will it be life or meth?

You will take unknown paths
On your journey through life
Some will bring happiness
Some will bring strife
But, my path is one
You must not ever cross.
Although its well trodden
Countless lives have been lost

Now that you've met me
What will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It's all up to you
I can show you more misery
Than words can tell
Come take my hand
Let me lead you to hell!

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The Ota Faction
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Perhaps it's coded instructions on how to make meth, ya know, like that "Sing a Song of Sixpence" nursery rhyme! [Razz]

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"That lonely recluse who lives down the road is crying out. So is that pregnant teenager. And the prostitute. And the drunkard."
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It sounds a lot like Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue:

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood! [fish]

This song has no title...just words and a tune.

Instant Hi-C--Just add water...

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Shades of Pale
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The sorrow I bring
Is sight to bold

Is a sight to behold I hope?

I'll be your conscious
Why are all these poems written by illiterate middle schoolers?
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Eve MG
Happy Holly Days

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I'm impressed - a commenter who did some research first!

I don't know anything about drug addictions, but if a person was aware enough to write this whole poem about how the drug was taking over and destroying his or her life, wouldn't he or she would have also been aware enough to know it was time to get help?

I think the "author wrote it while high on meth and then died" is just a little too romantic. Maybe it was written by soeone in rehab.

ETA: What I mean by aware is, not aware vs. high, but aware that there is a problem with one's drug use.

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I Saw Three Shipments

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You'd be surprised, Eve... One can be perfectly aware of an addiction, but still petrified about the impending physical and mental withdrawal to the degree that they still won't quit.

That said, I tried to find more information about Rob Rorvick, the guy who supposedly found the poem (see link to news article), but all it confirmed was that he was indeed a cop in the area.

I would agree that it could've been written by someone in rehab. Depending on the program, some will even have you do writing activities (usually writing a goodbye letter to the drug, or something of that nature), and this seems just about right. And, assuming the person went through rehab, returned to their house, and then began using again, it's certainly possible that the poem could've been found in a drawer or where ever. As subjective as this is, I've been around enough meth-heads to seriously doubt that someone who is that far into meth can write a glurgy poem while tweaking.

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Brian O'blivion
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my guess is that someone on the 'net just wrote this, and it spread like
wildfire, but that's where you come in. lol

At least parts of it are older than that. I remember some of the lines from this circulating in high school thirty years ago...
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Cowboy Joe
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Not having tried meth before, I have no idea about the effects on the lives of addicts. However, evaluating this as a piece of poetry, it is one steaming pile of dog doo.

Remember the good old days when drunks and addicts like Jim Morrison could actually put 2 words together?

"See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda." -George W. Bush, Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005

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Um, wow. I feel taken.

If I recall correctly, friend of mine who worked for the newspaper I am working at did a five-part series with a guy who had been arrested for manufacturing meth (was a big muckety-muck at one of our local factories that shut down, then started doing meth while the factory was in the process that shut down, then started making it after the factory closed) who gave her this poem (actually a slightly shorter version) as something that he himself had written while in jail. I'll have to call her, because I may be remembering it incorrectly, but I know for a fact that we ran the poem as a house ad for at least three or four weeks. Even had a prominent (albeit half-dead) lawyer in town write a letter to the editor to say how fantastic the poem was and how everyone should read it.

It's just too weird.

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Ana Ng
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Why is meth all over the news lately? Did something significant happen? Is meth the same thing as "Ice"? I was watching Dog, The Bounty Hunter (only time ever) last night, and I was like, WTF is ice?

I don't think we have much meth in NYC, but I heard it's big in the gay community here. Watching that "Dog" show was really annoying to me because I really don't get how invested some people get in other peoples lives. Meth is dangerous to make, it seems, and to do, but surely the drain on the justice system is overwhelming?


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Berry Well
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This poem reminds me of a poem a friend of mine read at a speach contest in high school. It was about heroin. Hmm, I wish I could remember the name of that poem.

And if she says come inside I'll come inside for her.
If she says give it all I'll give everything to her.
I am justified. I am purified. I am sanctified. Inside you

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Berry Well
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Ah I found it. It is called Ms. Heroin.

Well, honey, before you sat fooling with me
just let me inform you of how it will be!
For I will seduce you and make you my slave;
I've sent folk much stronger than you in their grave.

You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to poppy-seed waste,
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
and you'll take me into your arms very soon.

Then once I have entered deep down in your veins
the craving will drive you nearly insane.
You'll need lots of money, as you have been told,
for, darling, I'm more expensive than gold.

You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck
you'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charms
and feel contentment only when I'm in your arms.

The day you realise the monster you've grown
you'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
But if you think you've got that mystical knack
then, sweetie, just try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,
the jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot,
the hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
can only be saved by my little white grains.

There's no other way and there's no need to look,
for deep down inside you, you know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pusher and then
you'll welcome me back into your arms once again.

So now you return (just as I foretold)
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give me your words, your conscience,
your heart
and now you are mine, until death us do part

And if she says come inside I'll come inside for her.
If she says give it all I'll give everything to her.
I am justified. I am purified. I am sanctified. Inside you

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Every time I see this thread in Active Topics, I think it says "Meth addict porn".

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Come on, come on - and the world's a little brighter

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KING HEROIN by James Brown

Ladies and Gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown

I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly
Killers in the country today

I had a dream the other night, and I
Was sittin' in my living room
Dozed off to sleep
So I start to dreamin'

I dreamed I walked in a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object
Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was Heroin
That deadly drug that go in your veins

He says:

I came to this country without a passport
Ever since then I've been hunted and sought

My little white grains are nothin' but waste
Soft and deadly and bitter to taste

I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it, too

I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books
I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks

I can make a good man forsake his wife
Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life

I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag

Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill

In cellophane bags I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play

I'm financed in China, ran in Japan
I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam

I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg
Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg

So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex

So now, no, my man, you must (you know) do your best
To keep up your habit until your arrest

Now the police have taken you from under my wing
Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king?

Now, you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm -- with discomfort -- wiggle and cough (hack!)
Six days of madness, hah! You might throw me off

Curse me in name! Defy me in speech!
But you'd pick me up right no if I were in your reach

All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate
Hear now! younng man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate

Don't be afraid, don't run! I'm not chased
Sure my name is Heroin! You'll be back for a taste

Behold, you're hooked!
Your foot is in the stirrup
And make -- haste!
Mount the steed!
And ride him well
For the white horse of heroin
Will ride you to Hell!
To Hell!
Will ride you to Hell!
Until you are dead!
Dead, brother! Dead!

This is a revolution of the mind
Get your mind together
And get away from drugs!
That's the man!
Back! Back

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