Leitura e Poesia Marginal

Multiple organ failure of social columns
Who enlists and goes to war distances themselves from peace
One more drink
Fills the soldier's glass to the brim
I was wounded in combat, but my wound bothers you
You drown in the glass to die in any way
In imported whiskey or in a warm beer
The statute norm says: That the product is only harmful as long as it makes you happy

And the path to follow is irreversible
Who provides the poison cares the least
The drug prolongs your suffering
Close the door
Nothing matters to me while I'm absent
One more sip
The pack is full of cigarettes
I feel weak
The air is lacking
I clear my throat
I tell you to stop, but I don't stop

That my case is isolated, even the high costs dearly
But it's only true or false
My son, do as I say, not as I do
While the mother takes another cigarette from the pack
And shortens time and space
Smoking harms you, in the short, medium, and long term
With each dose, each sip, each gulp, another cigarette
With each dose, each sip, drinking causes cirrhosis and smoking causes heart attack

Feeds my ego
And magnifies ignorance
A warm glass of brandy is a cold dish for revenge
And I'm in the dance, without stop, without steps
Only missing, without hugs
Dude, burns me more than haze
Then I say: Sir, take me out of the bottom of the pit
I was an award-winning painting
Today I'm just a sketch
I'm a sign of a vice
I fell into a precipice
Should have thought twice from the beginning

Between hopes
Cigarettes
Between one sip or another
I pay a very high price and retail costs little
And I keep going crazy
My world is dim
And sometimes it doesn't even exist
I hide my face
And don't show any kind of sad smile
Draw two lines on the plate
The atmosphere is tense
Nothing mild
You feel the vicious smell and the bitter taste of poison
Then the body surrenders
And the predator becomes prey
Because to fight with oneself, not even your soul comes out unscathed

Cartel MC's
From the back of Christ
West side