I have never smoked before,
I have never lit a cigar before,
but I can relate this rolled-up tobacco
to my father.
When he spurts his venom,
it’s like puffing in
that bitter mellow taste of poison.
Once he shuts his **** mouth,
the bitter taste is puffed out.
It spreads onto the Earth.
It spreads around you
but you’ll act so unaffected by it.
Because you think
the air that circles you
will mix up
with that bitter mellow puff of air
and hope your worries
disappear.
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 9:25 PM UTC
I have never smoked before,
I have never lit a cigar before,
but I can relate this rolled-up tobacco
to my father.
When he spurts his venom,
it’s like puffing in
that bitter mellow taste of poison.
Once he shuts his **** mouth,
the bitter taste is puffed out.
It spreads onto the Earth.
It spreads around you
but you’ll act so unaffected by it.
Because you think
the air that circles you
will mix up
with that bitter mellow puff of air
and hope your worries
disappear.
I wrote this a very long time ago; maybe when I was around 9th or 10th grade, but I recall that the story behind this poem was that I got a F on a big test in History and my dad got pretty mad about it.
(Also this is my first poem on this site!)
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