ARTIFICIAL FUN

ARTIFICIAL FUN

Wasting time and money,

A man chugs down each beer.

The next day finds him miserable,

From way too much canned “cheer.”

A kid got high on drugs;

How high we’ll never know,

For he was buried by his folks;

He’s now six feet below.

Unbridled sexual pleasures,

Sought by selfish boys,

Bring pregnancy or disease,

To girls used much like toys.

It was just a game they played--

Russian roulette with a gun.

But the laughter died forever,

All in the name of “fun.”

True happiness is lost,

To a lack of self-control.

A life of artificial fun,

Can ruin a mortal soul.

So, if you’re seeking joy,

And love and peace without measure.

They come with self-denial,

And not by seeking pleasure.

Becky Wall