Ashtray

Ashtray

A Poem by oranges_melt

Blackening lungs are a trend of the new,

I may not know why, but I hate what you do.

Millions of people are dying each year,

I hate that it hurts us and leaves us in fear.

Earth is an ashtray, a blanket of fume.

It's pity that leaves us to die through consume.

You don't have to smoke to die from it too,

people will do it, they'll smoke it for you.

So I'm sorry to say that I cannot provide,

because the friend I once knew has already died.

 

© 2009 oranges_melt


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oranges_melt
oranges_melt

Tallahassee, FL



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