My Anti-Drug

The swirls and twirls, the whisps and curls.
The furls and hurls, the girls and their pearls.

The burns and yearns, and twists and turns.
The churns and ferns, and blissful concerns.

The smokes and chokes, and cloaks and folks.
The jokes and bloaks, the sales on cokes.

The schmucks and yucks, the bucks and chucks.
The sucks and plucks, those lucky fucks.

The hits and quits, the spits and wits.
The glitz and bits, leave the shits and pits.

The trips and flips, the grips on lips.
The chips and sips, the tips from crips.

The cash and hash, the ash and trash.
The smash and stash, the crash with no gash.

The moons and noons, the tunes and coons.
The saloons and spittoons, attract loons and goons.

The grubs and shrubs, the chubs from rubs.
And that wraps up this verse on dubs.