Habits

Cigarettes were made for smokin,
so that's just what I'll do.
And when I smoke my camel reds,
I'll smoke em in front of You.

And fruit was made for eatin,
that's why it's so damn good.
Sweet as sugar,
good as a lover,
how does it taste to You?

And cocaine was made for sniffin,
so that's just what I'll do.
Sniff that poison up my nose
and say goodbye to you.

And now my story's ended,
and to you I say adieu.
I'm catchin the first train to Chicago,
and never givin you a clue.

Published by Grant McLaughlin

Poet and Journalist. email me at grantmac1231999@outlook.com

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