That Little Drug Bug. Poem by Michael Gale

There once was a little drug bug, named harry Jewels Begone...
He'd spend all day, smoking joints, upon the front yard's lawn.

Come Sun down, he'd be real merry that night...
The starry sky to him, would spin and give him a sobering, scary fright.

He thought himself, to not to want a job...
His friends, and even his parents, thought him, a way too lazy slob.

Now Winter's freezing chilled air, brought to him a non warning, caring way...
Until it was too late, to awaken, a pop sickled cone, that unfortunate frozen, day.

The lesson here, is get off drugs, and get a job, or you'll be gone...
Way too late, before the coming Dawn.