Taken Out With The Junk (poem)

We loved the rave, those nights to day
We danced we talked cod philosophy
It’s the second summer of love
There’s something tribal in the funk
But a darker fate for some friends waits
As they were taken out with the junk
Dealer says he’s out of pills
Do you want to try some brown
And the love, the dance, the thoughts
All stopped
The smile became a frown
The comedown drops
In the corner flopped
Your robbing shops
The clock of life it ticks
And then it tocks
Ticks and then it tocks
Tick
Tock
Comes to a stop
And your slumped there on a bunk
Needle in arm
Deaf to alarm
Taken out with the junk
Some tried to escape with traveling
To stop their lives unravelling
This high was the worst discovery
Take twelve steps to recovery
The rave now seems a fiction
As you battle the addiction
I saw the last gasp taken in
As your veins are filled with heroin
Now I’m not saying you need live you lives
As though you were a monk
But I can’t forget that list of friends
Taken out with the junk