Revulsion
I wish I smokedI could sit at a cafe all day
look cool, look hip, look French
drink coffee
I could rub out a butt
every time an idiot displeased me
I could blow smoke rings
and worry about
looking cool, looking hip, looking French
ignore the idiots who displeased me
But I don't
smoke that is
and the idiots walk by and annoy me
and the idiots walk by and annoy me
I see shopping bags go buy
measuring worth only by the digits of the bank account
Have they read one line of Rousseau
I bet they believe every line of Ayn Rand
I see fresh and young go bye
measuring worth by the lack of wrinkles they count
Time, time will bring them low
They can't believe they will run out of sand
I see slack, slack jaws go by
Dead dull eyes can they even count
and thoughts so low and slow
Do they even see the back of their hand
But I don't
smoke that is
and the idiots walk by and annoy me
and the idiots walk by and annoy me
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