To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
Back Yard Voyeur Hey schmuck: Yah you standing in your yard watching your dog take a crap. Suck on that little white tube… Inhale its chemicals. Yah…thousands of them. watch as your lungs go from infants pink, to white, to black. Cough now… Spit out the tars, the nicotines, the… Oh to hell with it. You’re over 30! What am I telling you for? Just keep away from my door! |
Additional Notes:
Really really true! It happened this morning! One of the true vices of our times while billions are made.
Sorry, there are no critiques for this poem in our system... If the poem is older, the critiques have been purged!