All over the world
From the young to the old
Drugs become an addition
That’s out of control…
The drug meth
Ain’t no joke
It’s form of treason
The hinge called coke.
There is nothing
The addicts won’t do
To get the drugs
Crack, meth, heroin too!
They commit most crimes
And don’t miss a beat
Staying up for three or more days
Without and sleep
When they sleep
Wherever they drop is a bed
Some never wake up
From the sleep of dead…
A busy intersection
You can’t get a pass
They start washing your windows
Don’t even ask?
Stealing from relatives
And all their friends
The path they travel
Has only one end..
Drugs have bought down celebrities
Visited Schools
A choice only made
By Blundering fools…
Drugs have brought down celebrities
Visiting schools
A choice only made
By blundering fools…
As I write this verse
Some are walking the street
Tore u and pitiful
With swollen feet.
The women who use
Will offer you favors
Ask you what
Particular Flavor..
A lot of men
Who were inhabited
Now surrender to those
Uninhibited..
They are like a wind up clock
Slowly winding down
Ticking by seconds and minutes
A tic tock sound…
The beg and plead for mercy
And always have a plan
Survival of th drug addict
A cruel and bitter stand…
They smell of odors
Rom the clothes they wear
Despicable smells
They don’t care…
They will tell you a story
With their heart and soul
While slowly decaying
Growing old..
You take out your trash
To the alley in the back.
By Horace Thomas J42454
Soledad State Prison
