Array ( [sid] => 186367 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall [time] => 2019-07-08 02:39:03 [hometext] => This is a true poem about my late cousin and friend [bodytext] => Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn/'/t listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn/'/t cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should/'/ve showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should/'/ve been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 51 [topic] => 66 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse ) Your Poetry Dot Com - It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall


It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall
Date: Monday, 8th July 2019 @ 02:39:03 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn/'/t listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn/'/t cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should/'/ve showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should/'/ve been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.

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