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In our program
Chips are symbols of hard work, luck, and faith, intended
To show others that there is a way out
Not currency to be gathered by the armful

No one gets sober in a day, or six months
But any of us can lose it in a moment
Of hubris or desperation

Look at the beaten, weathered faces all around you
Next time you go to a meeting
In and out, in and out, they are
Some dying, some living, barely
They are your future, possibly,
If you're lucky to make it as far

Outside beauty won't last forever as
Usage will kick the shit out of all of us
Who suffer twice