DrugsA Poem by Dominic RosalesWhat we use them forDrugs
solving a problem can be as simple as a needle
fixing a problem can kill you in its journey
sneaking around to get money, make you feel like a weedle
once you start it up, it lasts an eternity
from beginning to end your head swirls around
you cant see straight and its just getting harder
you OD on the cocaine and are on a hell bound
acid messing up your vision and not making you any smarter
Doosie doose
and glass in a jar
drinking booze-
down at a bar
like stepping on nails
its a hell of a ride
gonna end up in jail
and wind up getting fried
wake up one morning
no clue where you are
you think life is boring
drink and drive in a car
you run out of money and can't pay your dealer
you drink and smoke till you end up on the floor
get caught by the police because your brother is a squeeler
now you sit in a cell and say to your inmate what we use them for
© 2009 Dominic RosalesAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on August 9, 2009 AuthorDominic RosalesRound Rock, TXAboutWhen I get bored I write random stories. When I start writing a story that I like, then I share it with my friends and family. I do enjoy reading books. Some of my favorite books to read are Stephen K.. more..Writing
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