A poem about a nasty habit.
It’s sad when almost everywhere you go
Someone is usually smoking
Wasting their life with every puff
It’s not only a health hazard
But also a disturbance
“Do you mind?”
Comes the famous question from the front seat
“No” I say out of politeness
But what I really want to do
Is put that cigarette out on your face
It doesn’t matter how many windows you roll down
That smoke is still blowing in my face
But there is nothing I can do
Until the world blows up on June 6, 2013
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