I LONG FOR WHAT`S WRONG.


I woke up at three

which was a bit of a drag

Because the acetylcholine receptors

Were screaming for a fag.

I admit Iwas lost

Then I thought of the cost

Those slender white papers

The internal rapers.

But she persisted

My vision was misted

She said “Come put your lips”

About my sweet filter tips.

Cigarettes are such a bitch

You`ll always be poor

You`ll never be rich.

Don`t let them grab hold

Or you might not get old.

Nicotine is so cold.

So it was a no that I said

As I got back into bed

And dreamed of Golden Virginia.

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