(The speaker here is an older person lecturing a young person.) <br /> <br /> <br />'Opinions are not always right <br />but waves are often tidal, <br />and the dedicated parasite <br />is always suicidal. <br /> <br />It's sort of like a clinging vine <br />that's twisted round a tree; <br />it tries to take all the sunshine <br />and be all it can be. <br /> <br />Don't put your faith in flattery, <br />becoming much too tall; <br />the vine that blossoms eagerly <br />is just about to fall. <br /> <br />Like, on the other hand, a bug, <br />a bacterium or fly, <br />and just because you took a drug, <br />that doesn't mean you're high. <br /> <br />To glamorize reality <br />can't possibly be cheap <br />and freedom isn't always free; <br />don't do it in your sleep. <br /> <br />All the snobs have little smiles <br />and never lift their fingers; <br />security means having files <br />on political swingers. <br /> <br />If they've got interest in your life, <br />some trickery or scheme, <br />they won't need a gun or knife; <br />they're into your bloodstream.'<br /><br />Nancy Ames<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addiction-31/
