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Just Another Brick In The Wall
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Poetry If I can't have a cigarette in peace,
the least you could do
is stop talking about
how you want to fuck my boyfriend.
"Smoking isn't good for you."
(What's your point?)
I'm leaning against the brick wall
while you speak to me
as if I'm listening.
"Are you emotional?"
(Like you fucking care.)
All I can do is sigh
and hope someone catches me
out here, so I don't have to
hear your voice anymore.
Take another drag and
release.
"I used to like him..."
(So I've noticed.)
"... But I'm going out with Ziggy now."
(What the fuck kind of name is Ziggy?)
I drop my smouldering butt
to the ground
and go inside.
It's much too cold out here.
