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Drug Peddler

This is a fictional poem about a drug dealer.

Drug Peddler

My ex-friend turned out to be an immoral drug dealer.
His drugs ended some lives and that made him a killer.
Every year, he made millions by peddling Heroin and Cocaine.
The families of the ones he killed are shedding tears because of the pain.
Just three years ago, he was arrested by the DEA.
He went to prison where his life was taken away.
I'm ashamed to say that he was a relative of Dwight Eisenhower.
His cellmate stabbed him to death while he was taking a shower.
His cellmate had a sibling who died from drugs and he sure has missed her.
He hates drug dealers and he killed my ex-friend because of his baby sister.
If our 34th President knew that his ex-relative was a drug dealer, he would roll over in his grave.
I ended our friendship because when he peddled drugs, he became both immoral and depraved.

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