A Junkie Too Poem by Izik Alcox

Conform your life to a fork and knife
Cut your hair and learn to share
Read and write, try not to fight
Clean and proper like Mommy taught her
Societies mascara is making you blind
Search the truth and maybe you will find
A beautiful rain forest with lots to see and do
Or would you rather be a computer junkie too
Fit in with the rows, define yourself by cloths
Wasting all your time just trying to find the time
Glued to the box, its as boring as rocks
Get a job to pay the bills get stressed so take their pills
Cigarettes and coffee, lickerish and toffee
Books about love, policemen ready to shove
Guns, money, bombs, upgrade your cd roms
Wheel of fortune for such a small portion
Societies mascara is making you blind
But you just don't seem to even mind