Cigarette break

The favorite pair jeans,
that everyone hates but you;
Ripped and ragged
and smells like a shoe;

Its been with you
for years gone by,
you wore it the evening
you first got high.

It was worn in the sun,
the rain and the drought;
You’ve washed it, may be thrice,
since the day it was bought.

The favorite pair of jeans,
that everyone hates but you;
First there was one,
now I’m stuck with two!

Which one should I wear?
which do I forsake?
“Fuck You! random thoughts,
it’s time for a cigarette break.”

 

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

 

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2 thoughts on “Cigarette break

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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