To Bleed and To Brawl
today I smoked a cheap cigar,
tainted sweet,
plastic tip,
differently.
sitting by the kitchen window,
i caught the smoke between
my lips,
through my nose,
smooooooooooooooke.
try to be profound when bills pile up,
you spend more time
counting the bills which outweigh the ideas
on how to pay them.
where to get the money?
how to get the money?
then you look in your wallet
and find a sheet of paper
with a telephone number.
a person you know,maybe
could lend you money......ah hope!!!!!
you dial the number and the robot voice tells you
the telephone number has been disconnected.
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