Is it drugs or meth
I ask myself today
Watching my oldest brother
Stumble in his way
Yelling loud and laughing
Like a drunkard at a bar
Wondering if the drugs he smoked
Has taken things too far
He trips over his own two feet
As he wanders down the stairs
When asking if he is okay
He doesn't seem to care
He laughs it off and swears a bit
And says that he's just fine
I know that if he's drinking something
That it would not be wine
It's probably something sugary
That won't burn as it goes down
And I guess he would have picked it up
In his way through town
But if it's something stronger
Something dangerous instead
I wonder how he got it
Did he go and wake the dead
Does he have himself a dealer
That sells this deadly brew
Or does he have those kinds of friends
If I only knew
I cannot tell the difference
Between the drugs and alcohol
All I know is it fogs his mind
And causes him to fall
He doesn't look like the kid
I always used to see
He isn't at all the courageous one
That I once wanted to be
He's a zombie walking all around
Hiding it when he spoke
Hinting at what he drank
As he hits another toke
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
