these the people that will inherit the earth
floating alongside me and smiling
with the teeth of hungry geese honking over an
already white winter
above there will be sky
smooth words spilled that it is okay that i smoke
because isn’t life hard and
aren’t things horrible and
if you should ever want to quit
we will be here for you
bastards
don’t they know i swell with smoke
to not last
to leave a legacy of what people can be
if they cannot be for long
the earth spins drunk on rotten bread
i run out of a pack
they offer some change
the coins are too clean to accept
Mizpellt wurdz 
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