Living High
All I need, to make me high,
Is a bright sunrise, or sunset sky.
I feel no yearning to be broke
From smoking pot, or snorting coke.
All I need, to make me high,
Is the laugher of a little child.
I have no need to fry my brain
With alcohol or crack cocaine.
All I need, to make me high,
Is a mockingbird, or a butterfly.
I have no need to hasten death,
With heroin, or crystal meth.
But all it takes to make me cry,
Is to see young men and women die.
Accept this free advice I give--
Forgo the drugs, and choose to live.
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