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Author Name: Freeramonathompson 1 Comments
Date Added: January 19, 2007 17:01:24 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Henry Smokes Potter

Bad, bad boy
Hiding such a foul and nasty habbit
Selling his body and soul
Just to get his daily fix
On his knees both day and night
Anything it takes is what he will do
If it means that just one more time
He can feel that sweet, sweet high that he always gets
Henry smokes potter

Used to be such a good boy
Until he got hooked
Hooked on that black magic seduction
Calling his name
Luring him like a sailor to own untimely doom
Lighting it up and puffing away on that darknest of broomsticks
He just can't seem to resist
Destorying his life
Betraying all his friends
Without remorse or a sorry to say
He sits back with a silly grin gigging as he sings
Henry smokes potter and oh what fun it is

Sad case
Shameful disgrace
Could have been a great wizard
Could have lived a full and happy life
Instead once again he is found tonight
Locked away tight
All alone in his room
Throwing it all away
For a second's pleasure that is slowly
Ever so slowly killing him
Wasting away what could have been
Tonight so tragic as Henry smokes potter

What can be done?
Can this young man be saved or his life truely over before it has even
                                           really begun?
Shaking their heads in wonder and saddness
As his coffin is lowered deep down into the cold, cold ground
The young wizard's passing is mourned 
A life so young and full of promise has now come to a end
An awful, tragic end
Just one more victim to the addiction
The addiction burning deep now in the veins of those who he passed 
                         wicked, wicked friend onto
The horror to come all too real and shocking
The fallen idol of millions worldwide now taking them all down with 
                                    him into an addict's hell
Where still to this day even after death.....

Henry smokes potter
Dancing with a devil called.......Mary Jane

2007 Ramona Thompson

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Comment By: FreeRichard Michael Cronin on January 19, 2007 05:40:33 PM Report
While I don't think pot ever killed anyone, I enjoyed reading this, good one Ramona!


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