Desperately in need of a cigarette
Instead you puff on a carrot
Pull off your shirt
I see your hurt lungs are struggling
You are juggling too much
Put everything down for awhile
And learn to cope with the worst of it
Youth is bursting with liquid
Fit it all into a cup and drink
Frothy steam and lust
Struggles to remain furnished
Bandage the sore bruises
With rolls of reusable toilet paper
Garbage and waste baskets
Sound is our currency