Smoking

I smoke when I rise
I smoke when I drink
I smoke after eating
I smoke when I think
I smoke in the car
I smoke in the street
I smoke in the bath
I smoke 20 a week
I smoke when I'm bored
I smoke when I'm sad
I smoke when I'm angry
I smoke when I'm glad
I smoke other peoples
I smoke anything
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Has become my living.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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