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.