Drugs Who Needs Them (For My Friend Steve)
I can tell of a young man,
A friend, indeed.
Who spends all his money.
On hash, booze and speed.
He had a good marriage,
But now that's no more.
His life all in tatters,
Sprawled out on the floor.
He reaches for a swilley,
His favourite pet name.
For the can of golden liquid,
That's driving him insane.
He lights up a pipe,
To lighten his life.
Forgetting completely,
His kids and his wife.
He threw out his woman,
In a drugged up stupor.
He hasn't got a clue,
Just how much he abused her.
When things start to slow,
And he's down on his luck.
He lines up some speed,
To give him some pluck.
Strong ale for breakfast,
Hash and speed for dinner.
This beleaguered young man,
Thinks he is a winner.
If you want to join him,
Then remember this please.
There ain't no future.
With hash, booze and speed© Tony Crowther aka RavenPal
Copyright 1996 Crowsnest Poetry all rights reserved
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