Fags Poems - Poems about Fags

...In case of article fourteen Quite a problem could have been Solved completely, setting free All from tribal pedigree No prejudice would take place Based on nation or the race No one meets with......Read the rest...

...Choose unironically ripping off a film to be ironic Choose now because then will never be enough Choose puff puff puff puff puff pass because you’ll never have enough Choose feeling guilty in the ......Read the rest...

...Shining Son. Mum, can you see me? Can you see what I’ve done? Do you understand I wouldn’t, Be here, without you mum. Dad, are you looking? Smoking your Player’s fags Rubbing your chest like......Read the rest...

...three hundred thousand unsmoked fags since i took the plunge and stopped i did it cold turkey mates, suffered as my nicci levels plunged and dropped. no nicci patches, no nicci chewing gum, ......Read the rest...

...Elvis has left the building. West Berlin, a significant place Where life was lived at a frantic pace. Me and Old Elvis together through the night In those days when I saw things In stark black o......Read the rest...

...Our own rough road too Salzburg Then, prematurely those familiar cliffs of your morning appear strangely there is no sea in your blurred dawn viewpoint just rolling waves, those same un-swimmable......Read the rest...

...Furtive meeting We sat in the park a packet of fags a bottle of wine, on the back of a napkin I wrote her a poem about love. While struggling to find the right word I hardly knew her, she fe......Read the rest...

...Guys v Girls Pre night out checklist Girl's Push up bra clevage out Going commando 2 pair's of spare knickers Make up plastred on over an inch thick Fake tan , eyelashes , nails......Read the rest...

...As a very young boy of fourteen I set out one night through the week To meet my girlfriend from Girl Guides, the beautiful Angelique It was a dark and windy evening and just as I put on my coat ......Read the rest...

...There was an old stripper called Jacky, who's act was deemed rather tacky. But she got her comeuppance when, out of her tuppence, fell six pipes, fifty fags and some baccy.......Read the rest...

...he got up at bedtime stretched and gathered the sheets shook up the pillows sorted the pages and went to his desk thoughts and emotions dripped from fine ink on paper looked at a day’s worth......Read the rest...

...All things can tempt me some far more than others Hear what sates my desire what are my druthers Anger and booze led me astray in the past Poetry and rhythm now give a kinder blast Co......Read the rest...

...After three decades and a kicking more, I deem it glaring waste and blatant loss To play sad part of second servile fiddle In elite cadres agleam with ersatz gloss. Whatever charged scrolls att......Read the rest...

...Amid taxing toils and ever ebbing throes, We totter toward the end that must come; Yielding all stale themes of yester-breath, Our face as meek as that of a dying lamb. Such ill-fated Odyss......Read the rest...

...What's that robed in gleaming emeralds rare, Among the so-called dark-hued junkets plain? So in blackest nooks glittering gems do glow, Where prejudice would like them labelled vain? Bravest a......Read the rest...