On the off chance of smoking in the shadow
of a stingy tree
on being approached by some
passerby who
taken aback with the scene
might say: You know, I don’t smoke
because the cigarette
lifts me wakes me
I need to sleep
as many hours as the
work kids wife
eat up every single day
But if it was only up to me
, ah if only ownly own,
smoke would come smoke would go
Pity I’ve no choice.
Then I would groan
without being asked:
cof cof cof cigri porco dio.