dueces
The noise drips into my ears The smoke rolls into my veins As I sit there gazing into space Lucrative, often unsettling space My glance is momentarily stolen By a rare scream of jubilation And it costs me a dinner, or two So I cannot even smile at that I can only smile as a front A sham. Utterly insincerely. At people I don’t care for Or whose livelyhood I endanger...