She wheezed from her cigarette; Her lungs they paid a heavy debt.
He smoked and smoked and smoked some more, 'til they closed the coffin door.
S(he) chugged hard liquor in a glass. Ere too long s(he) was on her ass.
We toked a joint ten times a day; Before too long we lost our way.
He freebased cocaine only once; He soon thereafter lost his lunch.
Francoise liked to drink his wine; They found him dead along the Rhine.
Apres' drinking Chablis she tried to ski; she hit a tree and broke her leg above the knee.
Zac Alack got hooked on crack. He hid his 'rocks' within a sack; When gendarmes came, alas; they found his stash, his cash, his hash. His world had crashed his life was trashed, he killed himself by huffing gas. (tbc?)
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