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Cancer Cells
By the end of 2011 all cigarette boxes(in america) will depict disturbing images that should discourage people from smoking.
I could paste a little picture of my heart
On your little box of cigarettes
So you could see the cancer that waits inside
And know that it tastes like burnt flesh and dry anthrax.
With every one of your tokes I would burn starting at my toes
While my head is stuck in your stinking mouth
My body between two fingers like a bug
Captured and going limp.
It would be the first to ever make you vomit
Like the first time you ever held my hands
And told me that they reminded you of an incurable disease
Or when you looked into my eyes and said,
"Everything is dead."
3/1/11
I could paste a little picture of my heart
On your little box of cigarettes
So you could see the cancer that waits inside
And know that it tastes like burnt flesh and dry anthrax.
With every one of your tokes I would burn starting at my toes
While my head is stuck in your stinking mouth
My body between two fingers like a bug
Captured and going limp.
It would be the first to ever make you vomit
Like the first time you ever held my hands
And told me that they reminded you of an incurable disease
Or when you looked into my eyes and said,
"Everything is dead."
3/1/11
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