poetry from the antarctic
Monday, April 05, 2010
Once I’m in control
The non-smokers
Will be sent to
Huddle listlessly
With the harlots
And drug dealers
In urine soaked
Doorways, while
I light my Cuban
Cigar and puff
Away my life
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