My Brother

by Chole Chanem

My brother was a living pain
To those with whom he lived
It was not that he was evil
But that he was enslaved

When he was very young
He learned that having things
Was pleasant to his self
And did, he thought, pleasure bring

Then one day a friend of his
Said "Here try this joint, bud
You will be cool and popular"
Then he was hooked on crud

He lost his way
He lost his love
He lost his future too
But ere he was hooked
There was nothing he could do

And now he's gone
Dead before his time
He could have lead a useful life
But died in his prime