The Cool KidsA Poem by MeganCigarettes burning Smoke clouds whirling Way too much to drink Not enough time to think Saliva being exchanged Heads becoming deranged Nights filled with regret Can be fixed with another cigarette They fill their gaps with liquor and smoke Their monsters have been awoke They thought they were "the cool kids" They have troubles that not even another cigarette could fix. © 2013 Megan |
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Added on September 8, 2013 Last Updated on September 8, 2013 |