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A druggy - it's not that hard to figure out

Submitted: October 27, 2011

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Submitted: October 27, 2011




So stupid with so many holes in his brain

Raped by drugs and alcohol that he’s going insane

Enslaved by imbecilic passion he’s a runaway train

Or a hijacked plane, with the nicotine in his vain


So you claim it feels good and you see bouncy terrain

So brain dead you don’t know if it’s ketchup or a bloodstain

You inhale and get cold and your eyes get bloodshot again

And to top it you grab for more and snort cocaine


You’re dependent on others and you can’t explain

Why you’re homeless, jobless, and stagger like a stalk of grain

You look hopeless, pathetic, and your face is a bad eyestrain

They turn you away so you mooch off of others fiscal gain


I don’t understand why you didn’t just abstain

From this destructive course; life is now painful like an ankle sprain

Or how all this obtained you a continuous migraine

Not just a hangover; the pain is self-sustained


It would be safe to ascertain

That this brick wall you’re chained

To this because you just couldn’t stop raping the Champaign

Bottle like a drunk who tore his life twain




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