One Last Cigarette
By Walter Burns
Crickets chirping Lizards lurking On my house of brick, How'd you feel ‘bout creepy crawlies Whose eyes they hafta lick? Horny toads? Well so am I! Hiding on the porch, Sucking in My final breath, Extinguishing The torch. My head is swimming I sneak to bed I better gargle Or she'll know, A couple sprays of Air freshener And I’m sure as Good to go! Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 09:56 AM PST 0 • 10
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