Addict
(poems go here) Alcohol I got to have it
Sex I need it
Dope I got to smoke it
This is the way of an addict
Knife I need you to cut me
I need money to gamble I will win
Money money, money I got to have it
This is how an addict thinks
Kill, kill, kill is the serial killers way
Pray, pray, pray is the religious freaks way
Work, work, work the way of the workaholic
These are some life styles of addicts
Shopaholics shop
Fat people got to stuff down food
Power hungry people got to have power
This is the way addicts are
They are not helpless but they got to help themselves
Some are loved but most misunderstood
Judged cruelly
Made fun of
This is what an addict is
THE END
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