A poem by a friend

This poem's not of my works. It's by a friend and co-worker. I read it and immediately thought it needed to be seen.

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THE GAME

It all started out just like a game.
It was fun to play with lots of fame.
A little smoke here and a little snort there.
Then next thing you know, it’s too important to share.

Wherever drugs are, you’ll go there.
How dangerous and nasty, you really don’t care.
Drugs are so powerful, they can take the panties off a queen,
And make her act like a puppet on a string.

All the times you’re high and think you’re having fun.
You really starring down the barrel of a loaded gun.
One more hit, one more line
The next thing you know, you’re doing time.

I had some fun times. I have to admit.
If I hadn’t went to jail, I’m sure I never would have quit.
Now you miss your family and all you care about on the streets.
All the things you didn’t think about when searching for the ultimate geek.

It’s hard to believe that I was too blind to see.
All the people I was hurting, just pleasing me.
I don’t know what happened to all the so called friends I thought I had?
Now I never hear from them and I’m really quite glad.

The only ones I hear about got busted and went to jail,
Or they found them somewhere dead, on the path to hell.
So if you’re looking down the barrel with your finger on the trigger,
It’s all up to you so take the time to figure.

You can pull the trigger and blow you r dreams away,
Or leave the drugs alone and change your evil ways.
I don’t understand why they call it the game?
It makes you loose your loved ones and costs you everything.

by Greg Bailey