Our World

I wrote this as one of my first poems. It talks about our fucked up world.

Our world is turning not just turning,
it's turing upside down.
The world is messed up.
The stuff some, well most people of the age of 18 are doing.
Now kids younger than 13 are drinking and doing drugs.
Our bodies can't take it.
I mean soon 3 year olds will be smoking,
they are already getting drunk.
Why do people choose to be this way?
Their parnets may tell them to ot do drugs...
But they are smoking right in front of them!!
That is so hipacritacal
How can we let our world get this far out of wack.
My freind and my family are under attack.
My friends want to go to NYC but I told them
that if they don't stop they won't get any thing.
My mom smokes and my dad chews.
Hell, my 16 year old sister smokes.
We have to stop this.

Sorry that I cant spell.