The man looked deep into himself,

He saw a man with no control.

If a drink passed his eyes,

Or a joint passed his nose,

And he crumbles under pressure.

The man knew he had to stop,

But the temptations continued.

The day he quit, he duly celebrated,

With a special story he just wrote.

He kept writing and found a new vice.

His writing was his drugs,

And he was stuck again.