*This poem is dedicated to my mate Robin!!*
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There's this lad I know, well he's on smack.
He started off by taking crack,
But before that, well he smoked draw.
And ever since then he's wanted more.
He started stealing to get the stuff
And because of drugs, he's looking rough.
He hasn't even got a friend.
Will his suffering ever end?
Now he's getting really stressed,
His head is pounding, he's very depressed.
He's been in trouble by the police,
Will his addition ever cease?
Will he ever lead a decent live?
Because he's always in and out of strife.
This is what drugs do to you.
Will you take them?
Do what you want to do!
