i used to think i didn’t care
i had this passing madness
a hunger, a thirst
and now?
and now i’m not so sure
not now, not anymore
but know i’m fuelled
and i’m no longer fooled
by the second hand smoke
every single day i breathe in
the exhalations that i seethe in
the ceaseless sighs of this endless city
and therein sadly lays the pity
and the second hand smoke
my tv tries to tell me
of all the shit they want to sell me
smoothly spoken pretty lies and co
they assume my subtle meekness
as they prey upon my weakness
it’s all second hand smoke
it’s the silliness
in the serious
not crazy
not even delirious
no one’s taking chances
no one told the cancers
it’s just second hand smoke
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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