They go round in packs of five.
They take your money,
And give you nothing but honey.
So if you meet one,
Remember to scream, run, and buy none!
Rat on rat,
Hat on hat,
Cat on cat,
They could all eat a bat,
Except of course the hat.
They all have one thing the same,
They could all play the drug dealer game.
Heroin, ecstasy, and cocaine,
They could all make you crash a plane.
They�re all very expensive,
To by �em, you have to be a complete div.
But you could ask your mate for a lending,
All drugs could have an unhappy ending.
They make you go all high,
Send your head up to the sky.
And confuse you by saying, �NO PIE!�
Or,
�Yes no, maybe, can u repeat how to lie?�
The drugs are the boss of my brain,
Tomorrow I�m going to wake up in my drain.
So, don�t do drugs boys and girls,
Or you�ll end up like Earl�s!
The others tend to go of thirst.
Some of us like the ice-rink,
The rest just go off first.
Those of us who reach thirteen,
Manage to get a bit.
We learn to rob the canteen,
And take a full-blown hit.
At first we can�t take much,
But, with practise, we build it up.
And then we upgrade the hutch,
And use long words like �hippup.�
This drink is the only potion,
That turns a witch fit!
The world all moves in motion,
And then burns when lit!
It has so many uses,
So why ask, �what�s a convention?�
It comes in mahooses.
It�s light, entertainment and heat,
Almost like three pigeons with one stone.
Although I wouldn�t put it too near my feet,
�Cos they might turn the colour of limestone.
I�ll give it away now,
It BURNS real bright.
Don�t ask me how,
It just is real light.
It�s very hot,
Given some time.
It could start in a cot,
If you payed a few dime.
If you still aint got it,
You�re really thick!
It�s like a three way hit,
Just take your pick.
You really are dyer,
Try and find a hire,
And you may have a buyer,
But of course, it�s FIRE!
It�s all really bored.
Why not just play pool?
It�s all within the cord.
You just catch up on sleep,
�Tis all in English.
You try to keep,
The peace with the fish.
You�re restricted at lunch,
And have nothing to do.
You must miss brunch,
Just to find out who.
So, how do I get through the day?
I sit and write about my feelings,
Hoping for a lifetimes worth of pay,
So I don�t deal with the peelings.
Then I go home,
And write some more,
The only one who doesn�t talk is the gnome,
And I get the impression he�s quite poor.