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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2158252
We have an epidemic in America, the opioid crisis. This is a poem about the opioid
My friend Seth
He was addicted to Meth
I tried to make him stop
But then he would shout
Call me a crazy shite

My Friend Seth shoots up Meth

Today my friend Seth robbed a bank
Stating who for me to thank
He bought more meth from money from the theft
Again and again, he robbed a bank
Until he went straight down onto the ground

My Friend Seth used Meth

Seth had abused Meth
He grew deaf to a side effect of the meth
I tried to help
But he ended with a shiver
Now the Lord shall have to deliver

My Friend Seth abused meth, now he lies in a place of peace with an endless sleep
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