The Smoker. (Two Separate Linoleum Cuts).
The Smoker.
.They sneak into places where most do not even know there is places.
Modern outlaws in today's society.
To feel like they don't belong,
what about freedom?
The smoker is the sneakiest of all people.
Well the crack head might give them a run for their money,
The smoker has many fingers pointed their way.
The smoker tries to mask their smell.
The smoker dreams of smoking while asleep,
and pops out of bed first thing in the morning thinking of the morning smoke.
The smoker is tossed out of the finest of places in town.
Thrown into the dark alleys to partake in their little ritual.
To take the stress away.
You may not see them,
but the smoker is close by,
puffing away with eyes wide open,
looking for a telling mouth,
The smoker is your neighbor that you don't invite over,
because of the concern of them firing up that stick in your house,
Ahh yes the smoker watches their skin turn colors,
and lose the beauty of their youth.
What happened to the true out casts of the land?
Why must we turn our laws against people just wanting to puff to freedom and individual rights?
Leave them alone,
offer them a light,
make friends with a smoker,
and learn to partake yourself if your lungs call you too.
See all you smokers out there,
There is a friend to you out here in cyberspace.
Today is your day!
The day reserve for,
The Smoker.
Steve.D.Hammond
The Smoker. (Two Separate Linoleum Cuts).
The Smoker.
.They sneak into places where most do not even know there is places.
Modern outlaws in today's society.
To feel like they don't belong,
what about freedom?
The smoker is the sneakiest of all people.
Well the crack head might give them a run for their money,
The smoker has many fingers pointed their way.
The smoker tries to mask their smell.
The smoker dreams of smoking while asleep,
and pops out of bed first thing in the morning thinking of the morning smoke.
The smoker is tossed out of the finest of places in town.
Thrown into the dark alleys to partake in their little ritual.
To take the stress away.
You may not see them,
but the smoker is close by,
puffing away with eyes wide open,
looking for a telling mouth,
The smoker is your neighbor that you don't invite over,
because of the concern of them firing up that stick in your house,
Ahh yes the smoker watches their skin turn colors,
and lose the beauty of their youth.
What happened to the true out casts of the land?
Why must we turn our laws against people just wanting to puff to freedom and individual rights?
Leave them alone,
offer them a light,
make friends with a smoker,
and learn to partake yourself if your lungs call you too.
See all you smokers out there,
There is a friend to you out here in cyberspace.
Today is your day!
The day reserve for,
The Smoker.
Steve.D.Hammond