Its a poem that I wrote. I call it Addiction to the Heavens
Peer pressure known to bring a tear to the owner of a beer brew Intoxicated in the mind to spend every last dime threw beer cans under every bed though parents cant defend this every beer tastes like cat piss first it will bring bliss just wait to drop down though hit the ground with a thud oh try to turn the cheek now a thought threw the mind how friends wonder how now six feet under the dirt plow its addiction to the Heavens know the limit, know you brethren just don't do it or else they knew it be above it, its just not fit.
Yay! It rhymes. Well, I don't really like poems unless they have something comical like monkeys but this is an exception. descriptions how hell life is for a person.