Cigarrette Butts


Cigarette butts

Thrown wasteful away

On the floor today.

Once lit alive

With all of the smoke

And fears they would soak.

Useless and dead.

They're now set aside

In favor of pride.

Hearing them yearn.

Where is it they turn

When they need a burn?

Cigarette butts

Thrown out of your way

So finish your day...

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