The Methman Times

A Meth Poem

Methman — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:23:59 GMT

A Meth Poem

Some call me dope, some call me meth, some call me ice,

Use me just once and I will become your best friend.

I will make you happier than you have ever been.

You will want me every day, just wait and see.

You'll lose touch of your friends and family, how can this be.

You will be addicted and you wont think that you are.

Your life will travel in circles and you wont go very far.

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My Name Is Meth

Methman — Wed, 15 Jul 2009 09:23:31 GMT

I destroy homes, I tear families apart, I take your children, and that's just the start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold, The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found, I live all around you in schools and in town.

I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, or maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your child's closet, and even in the woods, If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.

I have many names, but there is one you know best, I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

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I Am Death

Methman — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:42:30 GMT

Hello new friend, my name is DEATH, some still call me Meth.

I'm easy to find, and a breeze to make, just ask around, I will make you feel great.

Try me for free, I can afford one hit, I know if you do, I am hard to quit.

Forget those who love you, I am all you will need, take my hand, to your death I will lead.

I have no conscience, grief is my soul, I will not leave you, until your body is cold.

You will meet new people, I am social you see, I'll teach you to lie, steal, and cheat.

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My Meth Daddy

Methman — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 10:32:01 GMT

I love my daddy with all my heart.
I only wish this drug he did not start.

I see him dying in front of my eyes.
We may not even have time to say our goodbyes.

My son and daughter he will barely know.
They'll only know him by pictures we'll show.

Slowly but surely we see him weaken.
Some days he seems as if he's been beaten.

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Meth Poems

Methman — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 13:35:00 GMT

My Internal Confusion

Questions about Meth

Methman — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 08:08:43 GMT