Horsefly

Suckle at my knuckle
A horsefly or two
Human blood for them
Seems the perfect brew
When they've had their fill
Their bellies quenched
My knuckles're left red raw
Like an overworked wench

Drunken Fall

Whilst under the influence
Of many intoxicants
He falls on his face
With flair and grace
The impression left
Is at it's best
A a gruesome display
Which would leave many
In dismay
Blood on his chin
And a bloodied grin
Nose swollen like a
Mirinda can
At least falling on his face
Protected his hands

The author is quite clearly making a decisive and critical point regarding the state of the modern youth, and through references to the use of 'intoxicants' in such a negative light, crafts a verse of a foreboding nature. The moral of the story is enticingly potent through its simplicity: alcohol is to be avoided if one is to avoid injuring their nose to the point that it resembles a 'Mirinda can'.

Smokers

Smokers outside
The hospital
Doors
One coughs up
Blood
Whilst the other one
Draws

Notice here that I've added a touch of flare to this self-titled masterpiece by making the 3rd and 7th line rhyme. Incredible.