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That Odd Man
That Odd Man
By: Jacob Chappell
Walking as if something is wrong
Talking like men playing cards on a Friday night
Begging like a hungry stray dog,
No one answering him as if he’s invisible
Nothing to do but work,
He tries harder and harder
But they take him away, anyways
Children trying to help
But he did this to himself
No one feeling bad for him.
Trying to teach children a lesson,
About how drugs did him,
And how it left him nothing
But the hair apon his head
Drugs ruined him
Like a wet piece of bread
No one there for him
Because he did this to himself
Him, never happy, begging for a life to live
But will never work for anything
But another hit of heroine
I try to stay away from him,
He will get you also,
The same way they got him.
I never liked him
No one should
Because he’s hooked like a fish
And will get you to if you hang with him
His eyes like a traffic light,
Burning in the rain
It makes you sad just looking at him
Because he has no hope
Because drugs ruined him
Just like they’ll ruin you