A brief tour around my imperfections
A rough calculation of my sexual adventures
All this triggered by a culmination of a deteriorating health,
Clouded by this cigarette smoke
I just call it a barbaric miscalculation
One puff and another
as the cigarette dies away
I call it a cigarette thought
But why in my sobber senses
haven't i propelled myself to the scientific theater
To get a zoomed view of my health
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