Really bad poetry.

[l_net]

Quit with all that smoking cigarettes crap today... yay for me!

Here's a poem I wrote last night while smoking my last one...

The Bathroom

Toilet paper balls,
Coughs are on the wall;

Moldy shower door,
dirty panties on the floor;

Corner full of hair,
sour washcloth over there,

but all I do is stare...

In the Mirror.