MY DRUGS

Coffee and Ciggies the crux of my woe
wherever these drugs take me, no one knows.

Morn and night the fix I must have
a lesson I learned, from me Mum but not me Dad.

The ciggy, it fills me lungs with tar and stuff
For thirty-three years, enough is enough!

The coffee, I love it, it gives me pep
Better get me a cup, to stop me stress.

One bloke don't love me, cos I do these things
tells me it's suicide  and it's a sin.

But if you're  addicted and the habit can't kick
You'll do anything really, for another *‘ines’ fix.
 

* ‘ines’. Caff- ine, Nicot- ine.   

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