Wake up you sot you smell of turd
Clean yourself, Learn of the Word
Learn about life, Learn about death
Learn where you go, If you die from meth
Allow your brethren to tell you of sin
About how to overcome, How to win
You're ruining the temple given to thee
If you heal not, Pain will forever be
Well the poor old sot, He did listen
From his brow, Sweat did glisten
Was it his old way, He wanted to nix
Well it weren't, He just craved another fix
Embracing his bottle, Upon gravel he lays
Drinking to forget, His past glory days.
JJSweets 15Sept19 06:18 hrs
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