The Offspring Of The Floating Potheads

They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floating potheads, they renounce everything that means strides; they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes: soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " Vacant glances and sunken cheeks stir disgust, their veins must be fed with drugs, not nutrients; don't they stretch out that bony hand to collect a meager sum not enough to buy Ecstasy pills? Onlookers speed by, not expressing human apathy for the useless ones who display a state of misery, but who are the offspring of the floating potheads? Friends, strangers, the homeless, and the Diddies!