Druggo

One of the first poems I wrote back in 2010.

Druggo
Step into a neighbourhood thinking it's the best place in the world
But in every hood, there are druggos with hearts of mould
Hanging out in a secluded part of the school
Or chilling in the park trying to look cool
Weed or coke it all makes me sick
Young or old I think they're all pricks
Drugs break friendships between the good and the bad
Thinking drugs are good that's so damn sad

Author's Note

Keep in mind I wrote this back in 2010 and I wasn't as skilled back then.