The like of a cigarette smoldering to ashes
As it happens when one isn't dragging
So is Life wasted
Like a soul collected in an ashtray of the perished
Wasted I am also while I think it's OK
When taking a smoke going K.O.
In love with the inhaling of lethal
Cringed God grinned as I grinded a cig
Lit it and became more of a sick wreck
Bugger off, bother!
Beating heart? Beats alright and kicks
Count the escaped hours should we?
Will I forget reading these words?
How much of being is remembered?
©juckoon
J