Lend me your ears youths!
hmmn.... a melody that sooths
flowing from the throat of my flute
Youths! come let's Dialogue.
i've always chew in my imagination this monologue
hmmn.... Youths listen to my prologue.
That DRUG you see is a tug
never you embrace him with a hug
turn your back,
as you disgrace him with a shrug.
Stepping on his noble red carper rug,
staggering as you slog,
a BRT lane to an early morgue
that drug had already dug.
Though, he promised you euphoria,
but! he should in fact be your phobia
oh! what an epitome of mental malaria.
you mind is that citadel,
that drug will leave only retarded;
oh an island so divided.
here is my epilogue
Just don't do drug
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