Cigarettes

I walk outside to have a smoke.

Sometimes, I can feel the death

Seeping in through my lungs

And sometimes, I welcome it

Am I sick?

I look around the world

So much misery, death and destruction

So much hate and bigotry

Makes no fuckin’ sense

How did I get here?

Why do I think about these things?

Who am I?

My pugs are happier than most people I know

And they only bathe once a week

What is this scheit?

How do I rate?

Why am I so goddamn happy?

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