Whose life it is anyway

Whose life it is anyway
Because
He is always smoking
A joint
He doesn't care
About his life
It is very sad
Because he
Doesn't know that
A joint is very
Addictive
And slowly he is
Killing himself
Every single day
Because he smokes
A joint every day
Yes he will
Die with cancer
Also, he doesn't
Know that life
Is also very precious
Yes I am his father
I made him in my
Image
Then I placed him
Here on earth to live
Every single day
Also, I don't know
Where does he get the
Money from
Does he borrow some
Money from
The bank
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