Vices Poem by William McGehee

Vices



I feel I work with idiots
All the live long day.
Then I smoke a ciggarett
And fume my life away

A choice I make full knowing
The conciquence and cost
But its either life or sanity
That will someday end up lost

And so I light another
And take a breath and think.
The reason why I do this is...
While at work i cannot drink.

Thursday, April 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: stress
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