We'll start you off on an easy task
Selling fresh air and freedom is all that I ask
You could use words like crisp and invigorating
Uplifting, refreshing, rewarding, rejuvenating
Hmmm, I don't think it's as easy as you say
Moreover, would you give me a big fat pay
If all I sold was freedom and fresh air
Releasing burdens, worries and a life of care
If I sold noxious fumes and slavery, I could get rich
I'd have to lie a little, a completely phony pitch
But who cares, I'd never get caught
My soul is one that is easily bought
Go ahead and tell all your lies
One day you'll wake up to a nasty surprise
Bringing misery and despair into this world
Into its depths you also were hurled
(Sydney, Australia - 2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm proud to buy these lies, one day they will bring me misery and despair, but that can't come soon enough. Cancer sticks, oh cancer sticks, why can't you harm me more?