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.”