I read the “I am Meth” poem in The Informer of 9 July, first published 14 years ago, but still very timely. The poem is so well written even though it has been abbreviated a little.
In my view, the suppliers of meth don’t receive nearly enough punishment for the harm it inflicts when consumed.
However, putting that all aside, I just thought a couple of light-hearted poems may put a smile on a few folks dials. In this day and age – a laugh or just a wee giggle could help us through all the ‘Doom and Glum’. What say you?
