Sometimes I wish
I was a smoker
The pace of life won't matter to me
no matter what the rate
I could just stand in a corner
And go in a trance kind of a state
I would see the smoke go by...
When a fellow smoker would come
I would smile and say hi
He or she would ask, 'got a light?'
and then a few would join
A few moments later
the whole place would be engulfed
in a fog of white
Sometimes I would hold a fag with tea
sometimes with coffee
sometimes... may be whiskey
No problem would be tough,
I would then be a tough bloke
Oh, If only
I could ever smoke
Oh, God, but I can't do it
just don't feel like it, oh shit!
I know it's not done
Oh, i miss so much fun!
if you are reading this,
you might just think
i am such a choker
I wonder why but i know
i will never be a smoker
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