by Jessica Mays
As she drove that dark, lonely road,
Her heart already broken, but her story untold.
The lifetime of dreams, she shared with this man,
Had been destroyed at his very own hand.
For this new love had took from her, you see
From their children, their home, their whole family
How could this new love have a hold so strong?
How could it have all went so very wrong?
His new love, you see, was neither woman nor man,
But a cold glass pipe he held in his hand.
He would stay with his love all day and all night,
She made sure he was never too far from his sight.
The moral of this story both sad and true,
That the mistress named Meth will not let go of you.
If you happen to meet her, turn and walk away,
For she is greedy and selfish and on the weak she does prey.