From the poppy,
To a brown dose of liquid,
To the tongue in distress,
In agony,
Prescribed from the cabinet of a backstreet quack,
To a tincture of proto-morphine,
To a mind in need of rest,
Of sleep,
From a stolen concoction of opium,
To the hidden stash of liquor and heroin,
To the den of an addict poisoned,
Passed away.
WorldofHarley 
This stanza is incredible – I’m obsessed with how you wrote this ”
Prescribed from the cabinet of a backstreet quack,
To a tincture of proto-morphine,
To a mind in need of rest,
Of sleep,”
Thank you kindly! I’m very glad you enjoyed it. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
You’re welcome and yes I did 😊
Glad to hear it my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
🙂 be safe and have a great week !
You too!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Thank you 🙂
Back street quack- awesome.
Well done! Another great poem! Loved it! ❤
Too kind my friend! Thank you warmly. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin