Cancer Party
There was 7 in the packet when
we started
7 sticks of pure, cancerous
victory
'better lock the door' she said
The old Sod was outside
tending his garden
Putting those foul, spindly
fingers
to a more appropriate use
Completely unaware of being
locked out of his own house
We sat in his lounge
Watched him from the window
Puffed on his cigarettes
and laughed
and coughed
It was a waste of good smoke
We didn't even inhale
and the taste made us queasy
Still, those were the best 3 and a
half cigarettes I ever had.
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