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.