He does not smoke pot or cigarettes or alcohol he doesn't drink
And he's the perfect role model or so some seem to think
He attends church on sundays with his wife and teenage daughter and son
And though not many ideal fathers he is seen as one.
He drives around in a brand new merc a gleaming silver gray
And he is a big business man at least that's what he say
And when he's asked what sort of business his answer stock and shares
And he is seen as wealthy even amongst millionaires.
He now dabbles in real estate and his nest egg grow and grow
And he keeps his big secret and none of the locals know
That he was a big dealer in the narcotics trade
Till he moved on to a cleaner life when he had his millions made.
One of his tragic victims is poor Miranda Roe
The violets bloom on her daughter's grave she died ten years ago
Susan was only nineteen and from life she stood to gain
And with her poor shattered mother the pangs of loss remain.
Susan a brilliant artist was doing her art degree
And her still grieving mother can only think of what might be
Had her daughter not got hooked on drugs she might have known wealth and fame
But due to the so called 'Role Model' she died a death of shame.
'Twould hardly bother one like him if Susan died at nineteen
Since he only worries about his own ego and his image of 'Mr Clean'
How many other young people because of him have died
And how many other parents their dreams by him destroyed?
He goes to church on Sundays with his wife and family
And he has reached the very top of the high social tree
And he's seen as a role model by those who do not know
Of how he made his millions in the not so long ago.
Francis Duggan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-so-called-role-model/
