Sense Sonnet - Acher

Consequences

I once had money and some sense;
But that was lost in doing drugs.
My family is in past tense,
Cold shoulders replaced loving hugs.
At work, I once wore three piece suits.
Now in rags, I am on the skids,
Selling myself with prostitutes,
Losing track of my wife and kids.
All my good plans became bad schemes.
And who in the hell really cares?
I once had my high hopes and dreams.
They all have turned into nightmares.

I made so many insane trades;
And all I got for them is A.I.D.S.