Drugs Are Bad

Circular shapes seen through triangle eyes
Drifting nonchalantly to the vortex in the sky
Feeling mellow, relaxed and high
Chasing the dragon will be our aim tonight we sigh

As we roll another spliff, take another toke
I shuddered as my alter ego spoke
Paranoia kicking in; unable to trust
By the end of the night my head will feel like interplanetary dust

Lounging back recalling the days
Laughing about previous mates ways
Thinking we're god gifts to all in a skirt
Few weeks later though be all depressed and hurt

The drugs zombied me; made me forget others feelings
Withdrawal symptoms had me mountaineering the ceiling
For these drugs I went to hell
Dealer like a wizard; casting his spell

Walking around the neglected estate
No sign of previous mates
All moved on to harder gear
The unlucky ones no longer here

Concerned mums bustle around the block
As innocent young Harold strains for the rock
Just in time; the women enters the house
Ties a belt round her arms and undoes her blouse

As we witness a world imploding in tiny pieces
Drugs, war, famine, fear none of our anxieties ever ceases
"Cocaine Charlie" is an aspiration for the poor
Giving the youth an education would be a cure.