But this morning I woke up with the early-20th-century Appalachia folk song that lamented the encroachments of cocaine and the damage it could do. The song rattled around in my mind. The refrain went:
Listen to me!It was a time when laudanum (from the Latin laudare, to praise) -- a miracle of pain-killing marvels that wowed a mid-19th century constituency -- was getting attention as a drug that had previously been sold without a prescription. Opium, cocaine ... oh the magic. And alcohol remains the king.
Listen to me!
Drink corn likker
Let the cocaine be.
Cocaine gonna kill
My honey dead.
Is it paranoid to think that those who make the decisions don't want it to make sense?ReplyDelete
Grasp and use, but never name.ReplyDelete
I undertake the training vow to refrain from (illicit) fornicating... refrain from unwise speech... refrain from (addictive) intoxicating...