29 December 2012
This muggie little druggie (I could tell because his movement were very sluggie) Just moved in next door. The needles were scattered all over the floor.
Outside, inside he didn't care, He made passer by stare. He just wanted he's fix, One, two, three up to six, Then he was happy. That was when he got most snappy, To his wife and kid.
They just wanted him to earn a few quid, Rather than stay on benefit. Now they only see him on the day of visit.
He finally got caught selling, Now a jail cell is his dwelling. Kids don't ever do one drug, Or you'll end up like this mug.
The Druggie Next Door • Opuss № I