Smokers dilemma
Six years of filling the lungs with smoke.
Now that my ID finally scans
I’m trying to quit.
A sixty-six year old gas station attendant
wanted me to know he’s bisexual
asked if I ever dated a guy.
one more reason not to
buy smokes at two am.
After work how can you not want a cigarette.
Eight hours of having customers look at your chest
and if you’re wearing a skirt
your crotch to see
what’s there.
no one tells you they’re addictive
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So much packed into this poem. Wonderful imagery!
No one tells you they’re addictive?
Not a soul