Feb 2013
I see them - in their veil of smelly, grey death
******* the life out of their death stick
Their teeth are rotten, like their breath
their lungs are as brown and nearly useless as their ****
They can't get a grip so they grasp on this cigarette
Every time they cough, I scoff at their demise
Maybe they should smoke a reeferette
their outlook and attitude would be better yet.
******* the life out of their death stick
Their teeth are rotten, like their breath
their lungs are as brown and nearly useless as their ****
They can't get a grip so they grasp on this cigarette
Every time they cough, I scoff at their demise
Maybe they should smoke a reeferette
their outlook and attitude would be better yet.
012709
Another oldie I dug up......
I wrote this while I was studying in the library in college, overlooking the smoking patio.
It looked like a scene out of the African safari, beasts gathered round a watering hole
Another oldie I dug up......
I wrote this while I was studying in the library in college, overlooking the smoking patio.
It looked like a scene out of the African safari, beasts gathered round a watering hole
(Old Virginia)
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