Motoring downwards
Down a steep treacherous slope
Unfortunately it sometimes so happens
That the brakes fail
And despite our best efforts
To take control of the situation
And steer clear,
We are hurtled downwards
At a mind bogging speed
Accelerating precariously every precious second
Until in a delirious dilemma we leave the wheel
To raise our hands in despair
Knowing full well the futility of the situation
And so say, ‘NO TO DRUGS.'
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