Cigarettes - Poem by celine charcoal
come and fill in my lungs
with the institutional snare
you idealogically knock me down whole
with the smoke it hails the nods
other wise tastes of tobacco
wouldn't be reinstating under your set
of blow ups.
(wow, I am such a great poet)
Comments about Cigarettes by celine charcoal
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.