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this chemical generation
Contributed by
123456
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Monday, 25th May 2009 @ 11:48:39 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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It starts with a sip, until then the bottles gone Youre eleven and drunk, and you just cant hold on. Then way before you know it, youre holding a fag Youre twelve years old and you fancy a drag. Thirteen, down the park, theres a spliff on the burn Two toke pass it, and then its your turn. You blaze weed every day, your parents go poor Youre only fourteen and youre out of the door. Youre fifteen, youre convinced weed dont touch you no more So you start laying on pills and you gurn your teeth sore. Then soon youre sixteen, and youre in love with that high You just wanna rave and drop pills till you die.
This chemical generation will ***** with your head All night youre out raving, all day youre in bed.
Seventeen in a pub, fake ID in your fist It cost twenty pound, but you need to get ******* Its your eighteenth birthday and youre getting sent down At court youre prosecuted by the queen and her crown. Locked up for a year for charges of violence Youre nineteen years old and youre living in silence. Twenty years old and youre back on the street, But the people have changed; someones taken your seat. You cant get a job; dont know where youre heads at Twenty one, dealing smack, what the ***** is with that.
This chemical generation will ***** with your head All night youre out raving, all day youre in bed.
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Re: this chemical generation
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 25th May 2009 @ 03:01:48 PM AEST (User
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More people need to read this poem. I love how blunt and honest this was. Great job! |
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