Tucked in horrid alleys
Forced to keep sordid company
Under gutter drops
Between dumpster & junkie
Catching looks of disdain & pity
Like a monkey
“We don’t hate you, smokers,
We just think you’re ugly.
You’re just too dumb to get it.
We know you’re a victim,
So to protect you and us
We’ve set up a system:
Second hand smoke may
Be bad in closed spaces
So no lighting up
In our business
Not just work or our churches
Our trains & our courts,
But at stores & nice restaurants
Coffee with cohorts”
“Mam, surely you’re right,
Couldn’t agree more,
I’m happy to wait
Till I get you the door”
“Actually, in this town
that simply wont do.
Go 200 feet from this door.
That one too!
Don’t you care of the air
That the doors have to breath?
There’s a fine spot to smoke
In the middle of the street.”
“I’m not sure you’re right, mamm,
I don’t think the doors mind
I think smoke dissipates
If I’m smoking outside.
And it’s 20 degrees,
No one’s even out here!
No worries, I’m sure there’s a
Bar somewhere near.”
“A Bar!? So it’s true,
Smoker’s really are mean.
You jerk! A bar is a place
To be healthy & clean.
Don’t you get it?
We don’t want you folks on the planet.
We don’t use the moon
You smokers can have it.”
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