Crack heads are broken.
Got busted today.
Speed freaks are dashing.
They're running away.
Coke heads are scheming and plotting with glee.
Doleful of finance, next hits for free.
Signing on,
Dosh all gone.
Up the noses one supposes.
Broken noses smelling roses.
Maybe the vein, all a game.
And the corrupt minister adjusts his wig.
Hoping desperately no one will twig
He's as bad as the rest, drugging taking pest.
Nations corrupt vexation.
(C) LIVVI