BurningA Poem by Randy JohnsonTHIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.
Something happened when I lit a cigarette in an oxygen tent.
I'll tell you what happened instead of just giving you a hint. The oxygen tent went up in flames and I got burned all over. I learned that it doesn't bring good luck to have a four leaf clover. I've got burns all over my body, even my privates were burned. Oxygen and lit cigarettes don't mix, that's something I learned. © 2015 Randy Johnson |
StatsAuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..Writing
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