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This Drink
Contributed by
zeldianus
on
Friday, 18th May 2007 @ 08:19:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Hark! Look at this magnificent find:
If you taste it, to itself it will bind;
And surely joy will be known—
A feeling not easy to clone!
Hurt will even vanish:
With every sip it will ever banish
The feelings of ill,
Even leave behind the ever-present chill.
It will call to you to give without sound or reason;
Morals will accuse you: treason!
Yes, it will take and take
Until you can do nothing but break.
You will become blithe
As you willingly give your tithe.
In its wake a cyclone will spread
Feeding from the negligent responsibilities in your head.
Pain and suffering will ensue
But will always be called back to the golden brew:
Everything you know will end
If you cannot quickly take the damage and mend
What it has wrought—
Everything you accomplished in life will be for naught.
Copyright ©
zeldianus
... [
2007-05-18 08:19:40] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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