A Drug Abuse Blues Poem by Wayne Falconer

Friend of mine went to Australia man.
Playing bass guitar was his plan.
Playing within popular heavy rock band.
Yeah so I was given to understand.

The year was nineteen eighty three.
He went across the Tasman sea.
Became part of the drug music scene.
You dig just what I mean.

He thought drugs were really hip.
He was on dangerous one way trip.
He died living high and loose.
He died from drug taking abuse.

Heroin was his monkey man.
Death wasn't part of his plan.
Really it was just been parta his band.
And I was his biggest fan in the land.

His body returned to Wanganui city.
I'm sorry my story isn't pretty.
Heavy drugs friend rarely seldom are.
If you follow the wild dice star.

An here's moral of my story.
Don't go looking for stardoms glory.
Don't let heroin, needles mix.
Give you the dead mans fatal fix.

Whenever these words crowd my mind.
I feel shattered torn and blind.
Recall the guitar bass player in band.
Who died with needle in his hand.

He never knew the drug vacant eye.
Meant often junkies fall and die.
Never read the straight cat good news.
Concerning the drug story abuse blues.