Where is my pack?
Where is my lighter?
Where is the smoke
of my own cigarettes?
I need a smoke.
I need a light.
I need my smokes.
I need my light.
I will smoke until the
Wei hours of the morning.
I will have my
smokes no matter
what they do
to my ass.
I need a cigarette.
Sweet and delicious,
smoke to fill my lungs.
So I will smoke
my own CIGARETTES.
A contest entry
- Options. by ThisIsMyWonderland.
425 points, ended February 4, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~ SET the BAR ~ Anything Goes~ Possible of 5750 points handed out! by Florida Sunshine.
950 points, ended February 24, 2008, 184 entries
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Comments
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I don't see how your poem went with any of the options in my contest, you used the word cigarette but the rule was to use three of them not the word three times. Sorry but this poem will not be included in the judging process. but still thank you for entering
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I should write a poem about cigarettes.
you have
max has...
i feel left out.
lol -
Ode to cigarettes!
Everyone in the world should smoke.... except max.
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