I remember hearing, i don't know from where, that smoking cigarettes enhances creativity so here we go waiting for the magic to come like a police cruiser down this dark and diceivingly quiet street or like the next day's work or like the creeping hunger or like the cork giving way to the terrible screams at long last or like the lingering suffrage or like the sudden death but more like the passing of excrement and the small private joy and pride in the void left behind ah, poetry thank you for smoking
Reason for writing:
writing a poem is like taking a healthy shit. for everyone.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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