Drugs Are Cruel (Unfinished) 864 Poem by Uncle James

Drugs Are Cruel (Unfinished) 864



Oh well…
Life is life
And death is death
Who really cares
When they’re doing meth

Drugs are cruel
You should leave them alone
They have no emotions
And they cause you to feel the same
Until you pick up a gun

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Edwin Tanguma© 5/17/2013
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edwin Tanguma 22 July 2013

I wrote this poem Uncle James...So, I would like to know why you are claiming to have written it? ? ? Edwin Tanguma

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Edwin Tanguma 22 July 2013

I would like to know why you are posting my poem as your poem Uncle? ? ?

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Gajanan Mishra 17 May 2013

drugs have no emotions, right, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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