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209. Being Cool

My brain lies in a wasted state
Balanced precariously in my void head
The drugs have eaten my essence whole
I now waste my life in this bed

I wanted to be cool like all the gang
To enjoy the pleasures of the bar scene
We popped handfuls on our way out the door
And drank and snorted everything in between

We danced like crazy fools almost every night
Spreading excitement to all upon the dance floor
Though we remembered little more then feeling good
Then crashing like a ton a bricks upon our own front door

We had it all or so we had thought
Sex and parties were just a part of living
Then one day one of the gang just fell dead
A victim to the mindless drugs we were freely giving

Of course we thought about a quick life change
We knew our own time would surely be ending
But we had fallen too deeply into our own pit
Salvation for us would never be pending

Alas when I did one day stumble and fall
My thoughts seemingly scrambled in a pot
My twenty-one years vanished from my memory
No return policy for the drugs I should not have bought


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