Coffee & CigarettesA Poem by Sacha Davison
I sit sipping on my coffee
Smoking this native-rolled smoke. These things are much the same. They stain my teeth They're low in cost These things are much the same. Neither required for my survival, Quite the opposite, indeed. These things are much the same. I did not pay for either - Both, I'd rather live without These things are much the same. They stimulate serotonin A short-lived tranquility These things are much the same. Without them, I'm a tyrant - Mood swaying, like trees in the wind. These things are much the same. I'd take them over nourishment; Food comes only third. These things are much the same. I smoke and drink myself to debt; My favorite companies thrive in wealth. These things are much the same. Best enjoyed together - My PB & J These things are much the same. A habit, sprouted far too young, Addicted until the end. These things are much the same. © 2012 Sacha DavisonAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on December 10, 2012 Last Updated on December 10, 2012 AuthorSacha DavisonNEW BRUNSWICK, CanadaAboutA collection of content, largely unedited, that I have created over the years. Most pieces currently posted are from my teenage years. more..Writing
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