A poem on how Drink or Drugs do NOT help to solve problems.
Have we any sympathy at all; For all addicts who by the way fall?; It was their decision to partake; And ruinations of their own lives make:
No one forced them to do it at all; It is only when they start to fall; They feel so sorry for themselves; Only then thinking about their healths:
Common sense should have told them before; The inevitability of the final score; There’s enough publicity about the costs; Of over indulgence and the chances lost:
Smart ones who think they know it all; How to cheat the system whilst they make the call; Dealing in drugs and getting drunk; End up ill or smelling like a skunk:
It costs us all millions of pounds each year; All these abusers do is to carry on and cheer; The injuries and damage in hospitals seen; the news of each death making relatives scream:
Still many people will not learn; They simply are unable to fully discern; Enough warnings in the media are given; Is chasing death a self desire well hidden?;
Why should the tax payer pay for their addiction; Or bother to find out reasons for their addiction?; People who had problems years ago would just stay; They did not escape life like they do in this way:
Drink or Drugs do not help repair; Difficulties or problems in life that isn’t fair; A better person deal with problems by being clever; They use their minds and abilities far better:
Leslie Lewis
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