Smoke

where’s jesus

why can’t he ease us

where’s the devil

why doesn’t he please us

all i’ve got are cigarettes

and

a pack of plenty regrets

and

i live a life of vignettes

with 

spasmodic king-sized Tourette’s

where’s god gone

the great arranger

what about the word

the great deranger

all i’ve sought are cigarettes

and

to rid myself of regrets

but

i live a life of vignettes

with

bunches of one but no sets

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