That pusher called Life 
prescribed a drug to end 
my boredom and strife; 
called it the Anona blend. 
Effects of it seemed to be 
love, or at least affection. 
What a guise for misery, 
invisible at first inspection. 
For, wonderful as such may be, 
total depression 
results from withdrawal, for me. 
For it, there's no protection. 
I struggled for doses constantly, 
never taking enough; 
this situation unfortunately, 
made (makes) life rough. 

November or December 1984