What's Your Luck? Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

You've got a drug that you like to do,
Been looking for a vein but got so few;

Hunting with the needle there as you look,
The time is takes becomes whatever it took;

Poke after poke, for nothing you'll stop,
Until there's a backflow and in squirts every drop;

From side to side, poked all up and down,
Comes each stick with the wish it's found;

Skin punctures made from all those jabs,
You've worn the needle but continue the stabs;

Filled with bruises, only lumps gettin' high,
Sore all over still you continue to try;

Those slippery veins are the hardest to pin,
You're shovin' in deeper till you can't go no more in;

Still you hunt cause they all can't be that dry,
Been poking for hours and don't even cry;

Atlast, ...relief, good thing you needed just one,
The needle's squirtin'...and you're almost done;

Count each poke where ever the needle struck,
With that grand total, tell me, what's your luck?


Tony Avila Sampson

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