Meth

For forty dollars I can make you high,
Fifeteen more I can make you die,
I'm made of all kinds of stuff,
I make more never enough,
I can turn you into a fake,
How much can you really take?
First I please you and then I hook,
Now your soul I have took.
You can light me up and snort me too,
Which way will you choose to do?
I rot your teeth and wrinkle your face,
I harm you all over the place.
Now I control you every day,
Without me there is no way,
You were left by your kids and wife,
Forty dollars has ruined your life.
I smile with my evil grin,
As you use me once again.
The choice is really up to you,
Will you choose me to do?
If you do you are my friend,
Until I take you to the end.



Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-12-25 at 17:48

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brian paglia
drugs suck!!!they suck balls,suck dick,they just flat-out suck!!!!The biggest lie.biggest delusion in the world.Trust me when I say that nonne knows better than me:15 trips to county jail,3 trips to prison,kidnapped,beaten and burned in a dopehouse.a couple trips to the emergency room where announced dead upon arrival,7 trips to rehab,a trip to a crazy hospital and the list goes on,all because of DRUGS!!!!!!
2006-12-25