'' Why Do They Plot Their Own Death '' Poem by Bri Mar

Alcohol kills,
As well as pills,
Both legal and illegal too,
Without any frills,
Prepare your wills,
One of them is coming for you.

Drugs destroy,
Tobacco brings joy,
If only you could see your inside,
It will annoy,
But it is a ploy,
Grim deaths will not subside.

Heroin they say,
Is not okay,
But like drink, it's in high demand,
A price you'll pay,
When you decay,
It's getting out of hand.

Take vehicle fumes,
Look at the plumes,
With poison they're filling the air,
It's death that looms,
Prepare more tombs,
From ourselves we've got to beware.

It's anything goes,
What's that, who knows,
I'll take it regardless of facts,
You'll hit those lows,
When you overdose,
The last of your crazy acts.

Life hangs by a thread,
We'll all soon be dead,
Be it a virus, the bevy or meth,
If the Human as said,
Is intelligence led,

‘' Why Do They Plot Their Own Death ‘'