Back from DC. "For the Love of Junkies"

My DC experience was quite interesting, considering the circumstances under which I went and all that... First and foremost lemme just say it takes a true fanatic/political junkie to stand outside in the cold for hours on end KNOWING that you won't get a real life glimpse of Obama, but a jumbotron will do just fine.. Which brings me to today's post. I have recently learned that I'm an addictive drug, but the good kind.. So that led me to think of the true thoughts of a junkie. Now being that I am not a reall junkie, I figure there's a way to link the political junkie lifestyle to that of an illegal substance junkie.. Maybe.


I've come to appreciate the dedication and fixation created by junkies,
There's something beautiful in it you see,
people know its the wrong state of mind in which to be,
but without that fixation there's nothing to set you free.
We itch for the chance to get one quick fix,
And if we can't we feel completely out of the mix.
It's not that irksome feeling in our chest that we clutch throughout our quest,
but it is the chance to experience the substance that we may call our nest.
It's our comfort, our whole reason for being, and any opportunity presented is worth seeing, through.
For instance, some junkies find it necessary to freeze to death for their addiction,
other junkies might drive miles and miles away to truly fulfill their satisfaction.
Some junkies even think its okay to run through the streets looking a hot mess just to find a fix before they can even get dressed!!

For the love of junkies, it is easy to understand, why love itself and addiction can sometimes go hand in hand.
It's that feeling like you can't get enough even when things may be a little rough,
So you fix and you fix on your drug until you can't anymore,
Just so you know that on cloud nine you may always soar.

For the love of junkies, my thoughts are with you. It's just something we all do.