I need just one more drag On that glorious fag I do not have the money I realize you do not think it is funny I will definitely repay you If not in cash then in kind But right now I need to sniff the stuff Please, all I ask for is for a single puff As parents you are a parsimonious pair You claim that for me you really care But if you really did You would part with the quid And of me and my problems you'd be rid I do not know how to sound convincing Since your threats and your ranting No longer bother me I will be as I want to be And to hell with you and your kind With one puff I can easily unwind
From the Parents:
Our dear son You think that it is fun For us to try and manage an adult's life And with it, all the attendant strife Over the years we have had but one aim Caring for you and bringing you to fame From the time you took your first independent baby steps Until you successfully cleared your high school exams We stayed by your side As parents, friend and guide Now everything seems such a sad shame Where you are concerned, we are the only ones to blame Our responsibility does not end We seem to continuously have to defend Our reasons for refusing late nights Even though we are well within our rights To stop you from smoking and ruining your health Inhaling dangerous substances with such stealth It is now time that you come to terms with life, get sane Shake your self out of your reverie and start living again
