mycris macapia

The End Of Being #88 - Poem by mycris macapia

I'm a smoker
I been burning my lungs for century
Flirting my time
With this box of cigar

I'm an addict
I been flying with birds and bandits
Been a hero of a silvery yellow war

I'm a clown of horror
I been laughing with matches and liquor
Gambling in gay
In passion
And in honor

I'm a smoker
I never run out of cigar
I may run out of honor
But not a glass of liquor

I'm an addict
I never run out of a silvery yellow war
I been loving these smoggy nature

But yet I'm wrong
Ain't strong
Been down to the last breath of my lungs
My cigar
My liquor
Won't be there for long
I'm about to undress
This smile of a clown

Remember #88
July 20,2007

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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