A poem written about someone else. Hypothetical and yet, I know somewhere, there is someone just like it. Here's to them!
Here we go
Again ya see
'Cause this time it sure won't be me
Who gets kicked out in the snow
By smokin' my last cig
In your living room
The holidays are splendid huh?
Family and friends.
Well yeah, but what about my smokes?
They tend to stick around
They tend to be my friends and fam.
Hey, what do you know?
I'm not screwing up my life
I'm sure not at all
So don't be telling me to put it out
You can't tell me what to do
Alright, you win
I'm leaving, see?
To go smoke outside in the snow
And watch the flakes go in my coat
And freeze me by the porch light glare
Here we go again ya see
But I guess it was me
Who was told to leave your humble home
And was thrown out in the snow