Marlboro Reds - Poem by Denver Gabriel
I think I was happier when I was smoking
Gave me a bad taste
Too much black coffee
Doesn’t make for a good nervous system
But better than feeling down.
Smoking Marlboro red is
A middle finger
to the world
They cost too much.
That money could be used on paying my credit card bill
But then I’d miss them calling three times a day
So I think I will start smoking again
If only to hold myself to
Rourke, Madsen, Gibson, Sheen
The world is full of people
not to smoke.
I’d like a few more saying
Go ahead and smoke
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