Drugs Poem by Bailey Jackson

Drugs



I met a man named Bob
Who sold cocaine
That's his job
See Bob lost his mind
Ended up going blind
Snorted at age 25
Slaughtered his wife
With a knife
Boys and girls
With the toys and curls
Drugs are bad
Their make you mad
Do you wanna be like Bob?

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