Meth Heads

Meth-heads, easily led
Into a wasted bed, if you’re not too well read;
Dicks finish up dead,
Rubbed sore till they’re bright red;
Randy but only in the head,
Leaves the woman unsolved,
A relationship unwittingly evolved,
Drug/sex ambitions wretchedly revolved
Their fickle futures quite quickly devolved;
Their faces sucked into
Little glass pipes, it’s a sin to
Partake of this fetter
That ain’t no life, just bullshit and strife.
Get real man, it’s probably better
To be happy with just a Stan, or maybe even a wife.
Time to give it away and get on with your life.