Just Once

Can I start out this poem by saying I do not believe that weed is a gateway drug?
Even though the message of my poem contradicts that statement.




“Let’s get high”, says a friend
I figure just once, then that’ll be the end
I’ll have a fun time tonight
It’s not amazing, just alright

“Did you bring the weed?” I always ask
Let’s get high and just fucking bask
In the beauty of this world, which I just now discover
Along with the pleasures of making a lover

“Well I’m out of pot, but I got some pills” This dude speaks
I want to say no, but my morals are feeling a bit weak
Trying something new might be fun
Really, just the one time and I’ll be done

“I got oxy, Xanax, aderol” So many pills
I want them all to give me familiar thrills
So what that it takes a lot of my time and money?
I need something stronger, weed just makes everything funny

“I’m out of oxy chick, but I got this stuff that’s completely sick.”
I keep saying no, but there is that promise that it’s going to be epic
Take me to a new level, which the pills have been denying me
He waits impatiently, “What’s it going to be?”

“Fuck that, I’m going home” I say leaving
I’m done with pills, sex and thieving
I’ve gotten too deep and now it’s time to quit
Of all the things I am ‘druggie’ never really fit

“You look like you need a nice hard drink”
“Well there’s nothing wrong with that” I think
Eight drinks later, a hand on my lower back
And I sink back into the familiar black