*************TRAMADOL*******************


The feelings of disbelief
Crunched and munched
Like the fly hovering round a beer
Should it drink or pass.

Yet, it sank.
Maybe happy till it died.

I popped the capsule
Hoping my pains vanishes
Like I've just been reborn

Some seconds faster
Now I remember.
So happy and exited
No definite reason omitted.

All appetites gone.
Like the christmas goat I sweat
Remembering all I had in spot
Happy within, yet l couldn't curtail

This drug took my sorrows
Whilst my happiness crows

I felt dizzy, yet no slumbering
My belt silly, yet no buzzing!

No, this feeling mustn't vanish
Yes this feelings I cherish

I feel lighter, I'm restless
My stomach tighter, im boundless!

This thrills I wants, always!
Except for this bad itchings
And maybe, wanting to throw-up
should I get addicted?
What more than to be happy!

Days more, my pains are back
Haven't I used this analgesic?
Oh, I needed another
Maybe more this time!

"Why not use a simpler"
"This is for stronger purpose"
Oh, im doomed!
I've gone against the law
my system protocol distorted.

What if I had stayed on panadol
I wouldn't be needing this 'Tramadol'

This poem is written by Wealth Abiodun Itunu (drabeey)

It's meant to discourage the abuse of the drug, 'Tramadol'


It's opened to criticisms, please do wisely. Don't forget to point out errors and do try to correct them. Shalom!



dominique, seun, lalasticlala, mynd44


please show me some love!

***********WEED, MY WEED**************




Our smoke spree day

On 'uptown', we'd dine and pray

Sending our burnt offering

We puff our mind burning!



So much smoke, hardly can I see

Smelling this epic aroma

Oh, this thick cloud

Could cause 'yawa' plus 'palava'




It's, 'igbo' to the ill inclined

'Eja' to the next willing defined

Maybe 'Pourry' to best brain-refined



Dropping by on 'uptown'

Someone should pass me a rizla

Oh, only 'skonk' available.

Not even a 'pawpaw'

Now, I must succour!



I had quickly un weeded my weed

Unleashing my tie and bead

I was better than the laundryman

I could iron my Rizla better



I'm done in no time

I needed a 'spark'

Oh, I love this 'zanga'

It's better than in my 'hanger'



'praacck' the lighter sounded

I moved it closer to my weed



Oh my first drag was awesome

My second puff, so blossom

Third, I couldn't curtail

Fourth, was blissful

Fifth, was so restful

Sixth, my shock, I coughed.



Oh, I had nearly devoured a 'jumbo'

Now my head, more straightened!

'what kinda combo' ?

Oh, it was laced

I've been 'codiened'



Now my eyes, heavier

My head is bigger!

I felt blood movements in me

I became so faster than many

Oh, I know the earth rotates

I could feel its rotation.



My weed now on 'Klarol'

I need to start moving 'downtown'

I stood, alas! I fell.

My body so weakened....



Watch out for part 2....

Part 2 soon!

Please remember to criticise this piece.
A poem written by Wealth Abiodun itunu (drabeey)

Weed, oh my weed (part 2)


oh, this realm not mine.
I've tapped into the unknown
I'm seeing the unseen!
Oh my head, I mime.

This hunger seems unbearable
Unlocking many thoughts
Wild and mild, long duress
Oh, this head isn't mine


Now I know.....
Why hath everything tiny?
Why hath every seems slow
Why hath my body seems burning?



I felt the changes
Oh this cloud nine
Oh I must have more
I need more of this crack!

'praack', im on my last tiny
Tiny last on my mind
I can no more feel this heat
Oh, this 'klarol' has fallen

I'm 'jonzing'
Oh, my memories are fading!
I'm shaking, shaking and dangling
Now heaven gates, im knocking!


Time check.....
Been 3hours i had slept
Ten thousand eight hundred!
Minutes of my life wasted!
Wasted to this weed!


Oh weed my weed
I love your inspiration
Yet, you've wasted me!
Weed, oh you weed

I will do this no more!
I won't see you again
You crack, you ain't
Weed, oh no more!



This poem is targeted at discouraging the use of Indian hemp, marijuana!


Drabeey wrote this.


Watch out for my next lines....