Sta.sh
Have a line,
It’ll be fine.
It’s so much fun,
Come on now Hun.
You’ll be on cloud nine,
Go on jus’ one more line.
Now for this white powder,
Turn the music louder.
You start to feel the beat,
But what’s with all this heat?
You’re sweating really bad,
You think you’re going mad.
Everything’s slowing down,
Who’s let in that clown?
Voices in your head,
Your face is bright red.
You fall to the floor,
You’re not breathing no more.
You start to turn blue,
You jus’ haven’t a clue.
Your blood is everywhere,
Round ya nose, in ya hair.
The paramedics are here,
Checking your pulse with fear.
They shake their head,
Put you on their bed.
They cover your face,
An’ close their medicine case.
You had died,
Your mate had lied.
You was not fine,
From jus’ one line.
You had dehydrated,
You shouldn’t have waited.
You knew you needed a drink,
Now! Let’s give that a think!
You was sixteen years of age,
Trapped in your own cage.
You had tried nearly every drug,
This one took you like a mug.
You always put others down,
You walked with a nasty frown.
Everyone wants you back,
They’ve stopped taking crack.
It’s all thanks to you,
If only you knew.
If only you would have had that drink,
This is why we need to think.
LAURA WALKER AGED 18!!
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