.
You started with a spark,
So special,
Because,
It’s something that we do,
But we can’t.
The shadows of your pride danced in the air with rapture,
You were shining brightly,
Without you knowing,
Only when the spotlights shove you their light in your face,
As you siphon gasps of momentarily hyperpretensious awe,
Your blaring long farts were sweet,
Because they dressed you up in nicotine,
Nicotine you never own,
The people who dress you up then tells you to blare some more,
They need to breathe an air of satisfaction for the sake of the spotlight denied fellas who see them as their gentleman and heroes.
Just do it,
More nicotine for you,
you think,
A medicine for you,
A boost of nicotine,
Becoming a part of the picture, won’t pass,
You can siphon a deeper awe,
From more than a few drunk mouth full of the now and then on top of their lungs screaming punks,
Who flicks and tosses you,
While you are keeping your game up
Hyperpretending punk,
They found a better one,
Don’t forget,
You are an accident,
You are like a high school dropout,
No class,
You are a cheap cigarette.
Don’t forget,
You were never in their game.
