Author Topic: My Old Man (poem) (Read 272 times)

T.J. · « **on:** September 18, 2004, 11:47:41 PM »

wrote this a lil bit ago in 1 o my schoolbooks...

Cones fucked him up
Plus ciggies and grog
Are drugs worth the fuss
Worth frying brains to a blob
Now he just stresses
Over minor convictions
Acts all depressed
While under strong drug addictions
Dependant on codeine
Rids his back of the pain
A pack of tablets a day
Then from food he refrains
Buys a packet of cancer
Ten bucks paid to your death
Smoke all 30 by night-time
Feel the pain in your chest
Put the pressure on me
"I'll quit if you do"
If you want to just do it
Dont make me do it for you
The reason i continue
Is to be social with you
But i quit em last week
From early death i withdrew
Keep enjoying your poison
If you say that you need it
I'll watch inside the house
Till the day you defeat it
Fuck it, i'll quit the bongs
Try n lead by example
They say respect your elders
But this one's a handful
You make me wanna quit drugs
Wanna stop all the torture
I'm tryin to help you
But no way i can force ya
Please open your eyes
You're destroying your life
Can't you see drugs
Are the cause of your strife?
I bet your lungs are black
Coated with resin & tar
And your liver's abused
Bein the pisshead you are
You're in way too deep
To escape from the grasp
Of all your addictions
Which destroyed your ass
You barely remember
What it is that you say
Repeating yourself
At least 3 times a day
Where did your brain go?
it's gone like the weed
Now drugs aren't my wanting
And clearly your need