Sunday, August 7, 2011

At The Pictures



I always regret
That I can’t smoke a cigarette
When the bad guy is dead
Or the good guy has just taken a beautiful woman to bed.
It strikes me as a bit wet.

I’m not the sort of bloke
Who carts a bucket of coke
With him to his seat.
Neither do I like to watch films and eat.
But I used to enjoy a smoke.



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