The Drink
The Drink
Home for the weak
Refuge for the fools
The ones who seem
to think they're cool.
The Drink
Makes them gross
Makes them vile
Nothing they do
Is deemed worthwhile.
The Drink
Makes them crawl
Makes them stumble
All their dreams
Crash and crumble.
The Drink
Is their choice
Is their fault
Putting many lives
To a halt.
The Drink
Home for the lonely
Refuge for the poor
The souls who always
Need just one more.
6/11/2003
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