The Fire Dragons
They coursed their thoughts
Pretending they were dragons
Smoking like they were nothing else
They had just graduated
In the art of smoking a cigarette
Without even hurting it
Nobody could deny the hypocrisy
Nor the ugly face of mediocrity:
Were they students of Socrates
They would know the realities.
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