Description: For those with a different venacular, Betty Cranker is the name used in this reigon for the home labs that make methamphetamine. This is a gorwing plague in our area. Rural areas such as mine are perfect for these because the smell generated by the cooking are not noticable as they are in the city.
A Visit to Betty -------------------------------------------
I,m going down into the woods
To visit Betty Cranker.
She always cooks just what I need.
Brought a few bucks to thank her.
I had a cold the other day,
Or so I told the man.
Bought all the Pseudophed they had
Then took the loot and ran.
Next I went to the grocery store
To see about a light.
Bought fifty boxes of matches -
All they had in sight.
I'll thake these gifts to Betty,
And she'll make my favorite high.
Then we'll have a party -
Our nerves will really fly.
Don't need no food, don't need no drink,
No friends or family.
I just need Betty Cranker,
And what she cooks for me.
This is a very power and direct poem. I like the way you wrote from the user point of view. That made this poem stand out. This was simple, so that the reader could see the danger and the pitiful mindframe of a meth user. I've never read your work before, I'm glad I've started. Good job.
Lynn, I think this is great. It has a sixties folky lyrical sound to it, and when that is applied to a current major problem, the contrast between that era and this one, and the rspective drug issues and social mores, jars chillingly. It's akin to those graphic horror movies that have sweet blue -eyed dolls as innocuous looking monsters. A really good write Sally
This is an interesting poem about meth. From what I understand, this cooking process really sets off quite the odor. I can see why private home labs in a country setting would be so popular a choice to avoid getting busted. Addiction of any kind is such a bummer. A dependency on something that controls your life and your emotions and well being more so than you can. Very dangerous as well. But anyway, this is a good poem. Kinda gave me the sense of some kind of folk song or something. Very good poem touching on a very serious issue. Take care.
now this really takes me back a few years, Betty was once a close and personal friend o' mine, I agree completely with rws, it does sound a lot like a folk song, or maybe something with a banjo...anyway turns out Betty is a mean ol' [censored] once you really get to know her, she's nice enough at first then before you know it your money's missing and shes got you down on the ground,hands tied and shes kicking your teeth out, not all at once either, one by one,slow and mean, she lets you up once in awhile, just long enough to forgive her and start all over again, she keeps you real busy too, there's always something that needs fixin' when Betty's around, won't let you get a wink o' sleep, yep she's a real [censored]...sorry, I really enjoyed this write, thanks for the memories, good or bad..
the personification is great here, it's like crank has become a friend. don't need no food or drink, just Betty.. very sad. addiction to this stuff is brutal. it is ruining families and killing young people. i've had my share of addictions to fight but am so glad i never touched this one.
This is well written and a good read. It actually takes me somewhere else. The rural setting and the poem remind me of the old bluegrass song about moumtain dew.
Go round the bend and then come back again with a jug fill of that good old mountain dew.
Both are made in the back woods, both illelegal, both with devastating affects. We see them so differently, but this makes me wonder. I don't have any conclusion about comparing the two... just thinking for the moment.
Perhaps some day a band will pick out a tune to this one.
Anyway, a poem that can take you into that kind of thought is very impactful.
I think that I want to light a smoke, drink some coffee and reflect on the issues of drugs in our society.
I really liked this Poem I can speak thru experience that Meth Or Ice Or speed Or whatever else you wanna call it can bring you straight down to the gates of Hell It can destroy you If people only knew of the Paranoid delussions this Shit creates they would understand It not only destroys you but destroys those around you Thank God the Love of my family and friends and My God rescued me from the Gates of Hell Thank You for letting me vent Excellent Write Ron
This is very interesting. I never did read anything like this before. I really liked the flow and thought it was very good. People really need to learn how drugs can ruin your peoples lives. I don't see hwo they start. But i guess that is just my opinion. But agian great write....
we have similar problems here but recently they busted a guy and his girlfriend who will probably get 30 years and they are cracking down in the next town over as well. I don't know why some people think they can get away with it. they don't or won't for long. interesting poem on the problem. drugs are never the answer but it seems there are many people that haven't figured that out yet!
Sounds like a folk song for the rural drug addict, with the backwoods still replaced by an out of the way little meth lab. I suppose this is the flip side of urban drug abuse, meant to open the eyes of those who stereotypically view the south as an exclusive retirement community for those from up north. Nice little revelation to those out of the loop and nicely written.
ok what's it gonna take to get you in rehab? You know I think this is a problem over the whole U.S. and not just your area...what the hell are these people think'n anyway? Maybe I'll send some of these aliens over and clean that place up hu? !doc`
Hi i havnt read any of your stuff for ages but stumbled across this one and i am glad i did...it is a very interesting write from an interesting perspective...and i think it works well...it is well written and flows nicely...the ryhme is really natural...and i didnt trip over it at all...overall i really liked this and think you did a terrific job...well done!...stormy