Down On Drugs Sucker Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Another died the other day.
Thought he was of ways.
Found a road of horror.
Best friend became a freak.
No mind that could speak.
Stayed at home alone and weak.
Looked out the window all day.
No job - No pay.
Cries into a pillow every night.
Inside the head images of fright.
Day after day, a chair of days.
What more is there to say.
Blank minded from drugs and haze.
Like an empty unwritten page.
Horror of addictions and craze.

9/22/2006 8HOP.com POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES