The Cool Kids

The Cool Kids

A Poem by Megan


Cigarettes 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

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Megan
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