I feel I work with idiots
All the live long day.
Then I smoke a ciggarett
And fume my life away
A choice I make full knowing
The conciquence and cost
But its either life or sanity
That will someday end up lost
And so I light another
And take a breath and think.
The reason why I do this is...
While at work i cannot drink.
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