An ode to the tobacco industry. SMOKE!
lyrics
Incessant tar
In their dimensions
Wetting quilts
Blind as hawks
Everyone shits on YOUR PENT
Guilty of NICOTINE
Could it be the CANCER genes
Which distort your APPEARANCES
To the health of your eternal migraine
So that smoking remains
“Why don’t we print other cash?”
“Europeans all have the same face”
Tâ You're so childish
To filter your nursery rhymes
In the name of the colors of cancer, DIGEST
Who, from boredom, frees you, STRETCHER
Like the silence of your torpor
The hologram of your happiness is scary
To attenuate its speed
At least let its extremity be circumcised
Temperance is outdated
failing to overcome
Your aspiring sobriety
Drop to bitter poverty
Of which their mixed lungs are suffering
Feels his bloated package
Lips wet with anxiety

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