Dragons Smoke
Rip it out
Crease that foil
In your mind
Your thoughts
Begin to toil
Light that flame
Make that man made snow
Start to boil
Get that straw
Breathe it in
The dragons smoke
You drawl
Again and again
You repeat
That ritual
Which is now habitual
Will never end
Never be complete
Making you a liar
Sentencing you to it’s fire
From which it’s pain
You will never tire
It’s success
Is your excess
Never to be gone
Nor ever
Able to admit
You can not
Quit…..
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