Only one cigarette left in the pack
And I’m itching
Because it keeps me off the harder stuff
Better find a store
“2 packs please.”
I drive north
Farther and farther,
Into Washington
Near the Canadian border;
I sleep on the streets.
Soon, I find a job.
I make a job.
Things are looking better
High demand
I have high supply,
Monopolize
I stay north,
It’s peaceful
Away from the nuclear family
Not that they’re bad people,
They just annoy me,
And now I feel free, in these daydreams.
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