The bottle calls me
The cigar calls me
The shisha pot call me
It puts on an enticing smile to me
The spirits call me
They aint demonic spirits
But a bottle of 86% alcohol
What value does it add?
Thats a death warrant for sure
The old will say beer is a respected drink
But what of this generation?
The calf watches mother cow chew curd
So what do you expect?
The youthful will drug themselves
If you ask they say its pleasure
They treasure pleasure during leisure
The forget we are in 21st century
They need awareness
They need counsel
They need straight forwad elders
Every sip or puff you take
What does it do?
Does it add value? No!!!
But instead you dig an inch deep down your grave
In a couple of generations the term old age will be an illusion
All youths buried 6 feet down
Lets avoid drugz and instead keep healthy an fit my fellow youth
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Crabs poetry
PoetryThis book is alot of spoken fanatics that Eugene has written while he is starting his spoken poetry career
