A Miscellany 336
On Drugs and Alcohol
by: Joy Willa Hatch
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I don't see that God exists
if a man who has long been in a coma is so sweet;
He once was a lovely man for me to meet.
But, he got into a very wrong crowd;
One that does not make me at all proud.
Brandon, you are a very precious soul;
More is in life than drugs in a hole.
There is no God of Alcohol;
To make me feel very tall.
I spent last night in the slammer;
Because I got really hammered.
I started a fight with my man's family;
A bunch of country hicks they be.
And, they strongly believe in God;
That is why I think country people and
the Lord are just big frauds.