Assassin's Fumy Pipes

abruptly upward and into the nose 
the fumiest light smelly fumes 
you did ever smell 
what the hell 
to take a smelly whiff
is surely at your own risk  
so try not to explain or justify 
that assassin's new trick 

head did twirl around
and nose did burn 
and the day became faster 
but time seemed to go slower  
slow and fast
and the whole house 
tried to stay awake 
the more you fight 
the sleep 
the more your head aches
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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