Under the bushes
at Maureen's house,
I smoked my first and last cigarettes.
I was probably 16
and upset about a boy, I think.
This will help, she said.
But it didn't.
When things in the world
are not going right,
Like these days,
I wish something as simple
as smoking a cigarette
could fix it.
But it won't.
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