Star Gazing

Quick Rap, by me.

Toxicity, Publicity, chemical conformity, creeping through you, dangerously, picking apart your nerval tree, ripping the ends off, one-by-one, you breath in but dont fill your lungs, sick smoke tarnishes your teeth and tongue, push it out, exhale, and welcome oral drought, think “think”, tell your lips to breath in again, and take another drink of the green gold, you choke, couugh, toke, smile, breath carelessly, and nervously, you have a certain tendacy, to look at me, and believe me, I’m full of chemical conformity.                                                              - JaaneDoe

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