Fumidus
“Fumidus”
(Smoking)
Smoking
Looking to just curdle my thought processes
For a while
Not demolish them completely
Can’t be coping with that green
Leaving you devoid of everything.
Life blood to some
And cancerous sentence to others
Some choose, some inherit
Copying fathers, older brothers
For some, the telling of a tale
Sat at a bar, pint, ashtray
Are perfectly right
Watching the smoke fly away
Standard smoke, stoned smoke
Pay your money and choose
It’s your money, your lungs
You know what you have to lose.
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