Rockstar

[billy]

@Billy

Well, crack doesn't really involve veins splitting. Asides from being very thin and ill-looking, you wouldn't really be able to spot a crack addict in a crowd. And lots of homeless people look thin and ill so that isn't really a great one to go on. Really, the physical body abuse of drug use is a moot point. You could argue it is no different to people drinking alcohol or smoking tobacco (both of which are physically more harmful then most illegal drugs) - the reason crack is such a negative drug is because of the psychological effects, which my poem does dip into a little bit.

crack is also injected by many, they dissolve it in lemon or vinigar before jacking up but when i said their veins split i meant it metaphorically, their blood pumps round them so fast their hearts feels like kettle drums specially on that first hit before it subsides into the haze. crack is stimulant and as such has certain effects on the body. as for spotting a crack head...you're wrong i'd spot one in an instant. i lived with the shit and all that goes with it. a crack addict is not like someone who drinks. maybe a little like an alcoholic but not much, both side effects are not the same. both euphoria is not the same. the tobacco analogy is also wrong, any smoke going into the lungs eventually kills you smoking is a lot safer than being an habitual crack head. the funny thing is, it's easier to stop using crack or coke in any form without the withdrawral symptoms you'd get for a drug like heroin.

there are societal effects as well as physical and psychological ones. i had two massive heart attacks from using too much coke, not crack mind you which is a more powerful form of coke. so have many others. the poem touched on a minutia of the crack problems relating to crackheads and the product. it never mentioned a most obvious side effect; paranoia, it had no mention of coke mite. (imaginary bugs that infest the body) it never really spoke about the core value of the subject. what it looked like how it was used and abused, how it made a person cry while they waited it for it to rock up. the sense of euphoria the binges without food or sleep. the arguments with others and a failed sense of reality. the poem had none of these things.