Fears

I smoke
I toke
I will die
And so
Will you.

God willing you said.


When we go
Shall we sing
Songs of I told
You so?

Look at me tapping
Ashes into receptacles
Dead tomorrow you said
With your clean tongue.

I suppose it is clear genetics
And luck
And how you view your
Fears.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-12 at 02:53

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NicholasG
I suppose we are all entitled our own poisons...until the state turns health care into something socialistic, at which point everyone gets to bitch.
Nothing worse than a reformed smoker ;-)
Nick :-)
2010-03-12