his clothes smell like Tuesday
on a Friday afternoon;
he bums a smoke, a light,
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It's always scary to behold a lost soul, n more scary it is when one are lost, that is excellently demonstrated here, i love the metaphor mostly.... Very good! ! !
A good one, sir. Nobody knows what the future holds. You may get big-headed, thinking you have the world at your feet. Looking down at paupers, to find yourself amongst them one day, also bumming smokes. Egos will always come to a fall...