this kid has no life,
this kid has no friends,
his social life has come to amends,
yet every day he sits in class,
gets knocked down and laughed at,
like somebody's ass,
his only escape,
from this chamber of tourture,
is to sit down,
and roll up a scorcher,
he lights it up,
and sucks down hard,
it cuts in to his lungs,
like a big glass shard,
it all goes away,
in big cloud of smoke,
as he leans over,
and starts to choke,
he cannot breath he cannot see,
he has lost all sense of time,
as he gets swallowed by darkness,
in this provential rhyme
 
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