The bottle followed him around,

Like the sun to the skies.

He spit like no other,

Always giving him lost words.



The man with the lip,

Made it oh so enticing.

But the resulting cancer,

Made it so engrossing.



He would do it every day,

Until he could do it no more.

He made his habit known,

Like the characters of before.



When the boys saw the thing,

They had no clue what to do.

To try it, they say,

Was the best thing to prove.



The history of their fate,

Is told from the man,

So addicted to what he thinks is life,

The rest are lost in the path of lore.



Once addicted, always addicted,

And that’s the way the cards played out,

And that’s the way the world pays out,

Every day a struggle to deny,


The temptations of many, the vice of one