The Druggist Life
The Druggist Life
Drink and dine
Is always on his mind
For him it brought shine
To his name and fame
Pressco is his favorite wine
For him smoking weed is nice
Time like this is all he looks forward to
Destiny strikes a bow
His liver was full of toxic slime
The heart was chock a block
Lying unconscious in the hospital
Having his last breath
Just like a frog
Lying in the underground pipe
Full of rubbish and filthy stuff
He declares, “Life is a journey worth living without involving oneself in fake highs.”