Happiness smokes a cigarrette
Happiness smokes a cigarrette
by the amber's glitter,
the smoke invades its lungs
and its black heart already,
blackens with walking destruction
Look!
Happiness smokes a cigarrette
and financial lust,
an economic nicotine,
that magnetizes expenditure
Happiness smokes a cigarrette
as my mind becomes lofty
beyond the fog,
with voices in my brain,
may I pardon my heart,
that it permits me to cough
and my life to cough
Happiness smoke a cigarrette
and my eyes redden
with a clogged mind,
the prophecy of rigid tears
to caome,
the alcohol, the cider
and the silently, timed
murder of luxury,
grabs me by its jaws.
By Kakraba Afful
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