I got mixed up with the wrong gang, <br />They smoked Marijuana and said lots of slang. <br />I said ‘sure, ’ just to be cool, <br />But now you know, that I was a fool. <br />I was trying to be popular, as you can see, <br />I knew I shouldn’t of done it, I guarantee. <br /> Now I’m sitting in my sullen grave, <br />Letting out tears, for I am depraved. <br />Throughout my very last days, I had a world of pain, <br />‘Cause smoking was ‘cool, ’ but damaged your brain. <br />So all them youngsters, ‘round about, <br />Please don’t smoke, you can do fine without. <br />It’s a sad habit, that none of us should possess. <br />So when the time comes, don’t say ‘Yes! ’<br /><br />Fane Oat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-cool/
