The Drug Baron Poem by Francis Duggan

In a posh hotel with his wealthy mates he dine
And he only drink the most expensive wine
And he likes to boast aloud about the price
That he paid for his brand new black rolls royce.

But he doesn't ever talk of Derrick Rail
The young druggie now serving time in jail
For heroin use such knowledge he deny
Though one of his sellers drugs to Derrick did supply.

And he doesn't ever talk of Mavis Brown
A street girl from the other side of town
Word went around she committed suicide
Though it was of a drug over dose she died.

One of his sellers heroin to Mavis sold
And she was only seventeen years old
But he doesn't seem to worry even care
If by exploitation he's become a millionaire.

And he doesn't ever talk of poor Ann Rice
Between life and death she did not have a choice
A young druggie took her life for a fifty dollar note
Which he stole from purse in pocket of her coat

Her murderer condemned to life of hell
Is where he deserve to be in prison cell
But the Drug Baron who gave rise to the crime
With his wealthy mates is having a good time.

He likes to boast aloud about the price
That he paid for his brand new black rolls royce
But with his wealthy mates the secret he doesn't share
Of how he has become a millionaire.