TITLE: What Law?
By Jeanne Sparks-Carreker
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Back then when no one ever knows what could become.
All at once I knew it was something, a familiar comfort that could fill all these
Nothings, having me whole when I decided to just try some.
All in all, I knew that I needed some other something than what I proceeded
To use as the only something to fill the void and need.
No, Sir, Iím not in possession of any drug, paraphernalia, or even a weapon;
No stolen items, or anything for which you would arrest me.
No hypodermic accident waiting to stick you from the pocket of my pants,
Iíve never banged anything in my veins, as you can see.
Well, yes, I knew that bag was there this whole time, Iím fully aware, but
Iíd say it again, since itís the drug, Sir, thatís in possession of me.
I donít understand why youíre grabbing my hands, no, the cuffs arenít tight,
But I cannot disguise fear thatís rising inside me.
Youíre wondering why I try to escape or try to lie, or backpedaled in
Attempt to just manage to leave.
And Iíd tell you now, if I honestly knew how, but all I can think of and have
Thought for an hour is of using once more,
this drug thatís in possession of me.
January 3, 2007
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