We flipped them all over
so they were all lucky.
It'd been a bad week
inhale them all, make it smokey
puffs of gold broke air
killing us slow like we wanted
giving plain 'ol death flare
as he shriveled around haunted
grounds seen by us
throw another body on the pile
we can handle it now, tough.
mouths filling with bile
so we spit it out to the porch
disrespectful, perhaps,
but no more than many outside of church
then we sit back and relapse
hoping this next gasp
might be our last, too bad
these cigarettes **** us
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