Through seven years some teens now
choose
drugs, or glues, or demon booze.
Naiveté lets them queue like rats,
and pay the Piper for his ruse.
Choices throughout life abound,
though young or old some tests dumbfound...
but each must weigh alternatives
to ensure chi’s left unbound.
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