Black cancerous lungs burn
Along with the glowing horizon
As the cigarette smoke churns
Resonating in reflect of what’s done
Like the rising body count
I could pile up many excuses
And formulate to what this amounts
All the violence, blood, and abuses
But I’m not one
To spoil a good plot
I’ll leave you to infer
What’s done is done
The one thing I couldn't answer
Was why not?
Author notes
enjoy.
A contest entry
- Answer The Question by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended March 13, 2008, 21 entries
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Thank you for entering my why contest. I really like this reply to the prompt. I think that you have done a good job with this one.
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