Drugs Of The Boozer, Will Make You The Loser. Poem by Michael Gale

He took the weed and rolled a joint, real long...
He passed it around the place, and sang the song.

He was trip-pin' on a drug induced trip, unadvised this trip...
Seeing things abnormal was hurting his lower and upper lip.

He had chills and sweats and shakes galore...
He even had muscles unaware to him in places, too sore.

He got the munchies and he got the girl...
He even might of been nuttier than even the nuttiest squirrel.

He made his brownies and passed it about...
He got real drunk and even tried to scream and shout.

He made a pass at another girl, uglier, than his...
He had to go to the john to make a most frantic liquidity whiz.

Drugs and booze does not mix...
You might as well as take a branch and smoke the sticks.

Your brain will fry way into the night...
These things illegal and immoral, could get you into a fight.

So don't drink your alcohol and smoke and drive...
If, in the morning, you want to wake up alive.