CigarettesA Poem by thecoolone52this is one of those tricky poems. If you figure it out then write it in the review... it has a secret meaning i hope you pick up on that
Cigarettes
I see cigarettes walking around the block
The 72’s short and sturdy with confidence
The menthols, paper loose hanging low
Always ready to give you that minty but satisfying taste
Light 100’s annoying
Always stay around way to long
Putting them out however is a sin
Which results in poor judgment
There is always that one cigarette
That spews more arsenic and rat poisoning
Then most nicotine sticks
Wrapped in a nice silver and green box
Until you open the cardboard
And realize you got your self into something
That was just for the flashy packaging
A perfect cigarette white the whole way across
The filling perfect in the most slender kind of way
The tobacco just absolutely satisfying
Mentally physically and spiritually
A parliament light if I want to get
Politically correct
The recessed filter hides the shame inside
Finding the perfect cigarette you bust out the
Bic motorcycle lighter.
In an endless addiction you try to
Flame up your f*g
But for some UN godly reason
It refuses to join you in harmony
In a madness of rage you accidentally snap
Your parliament in your hand
Leaving you unsatisfied and miserable!
© 2008 thecoolone52Author's Note
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Added on February 21, 2008Authorthecoolone52Mech., PAAboutI like to write fiction. It has to be bizzare and orginal or its basically worthless to me. Cause if you write what someone else wrote then whats the point of writing at all? My gramar blows big donke.. more..Writing
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