Don’t know why I ever got started.
Some
misguided peer pressure
I
suppose.
Blame
it on Uncle Sam.
Blame
it on weakness.
Blatant
stupidity slurped up the nose.
Took
me a few years of
Sucking
on stupid sticks to
Reach
the roof of
Reality’s
realm.
Thankful
to quit before
Throes
of addiction
Shackled
my will
Until
overwhelmed.
You
see,
I’ve
lived long enough
I
can make the rebuff to
Any
case one might present.
I’ve
seen what it does
To
the ones that I love
In
the final days of their lament.
One
thing for certain
On
that final curtain
(And
in this you can place all your trust.)
Regrets
will consume,
Inundating
the room
And
end your days filled with disgust.
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