Salt Lick Pleasures
The salt lick is a deer’s pleasure.
With head bobbing in mindless repetition
They continue until satiety.
Opioid heads bobbing in mindless repetition
Continue without satiety.
Narcan shots give brief resurrection.
Their sudden blue-sky optimism, hasty promises and cobbled dreams
Adhere to “vital lies” rather than
The “painful truth” of addiction’s vise grip.
The long, hard road to recovery awaits.
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