Where Do You Draw the Line
My friend says his son wasn’t a bad kid.
Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse.
Bad kids did hard drugs.
Bad kids had unprotected sex.
Bad kids always got into fights.
My friend's son only smoked a little grass.
He only painted a little graffiti.
He only drank a little beer.
He only crossed the white line just a little bit.
But that family is more than a little dead because of it.
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