In smoky dens and alleyways,
The cig is seen as thug's mainstay,
But let me tell you, it's not the case,
It's solace for souls in any place.
From bankers to artists, we all partake,
In whispered puffs, our worries we shake,
The cig is not just for the rough and tough,
It's a pleasure pursued, in moments of huff.
So let's break the stereotype, and unite,
In this fragrant air, we find our light,
The cig doesn't define us, it's just a friend,
A source of comfort, until the very end.
Jazili.....
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JazilPoet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Lets break this stereotype smoking isn't being thug.
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Comments1
Our friend until the end.
We don't have to be called thugs
I smoke and I'm a coward!
Lol...Why would u say that?
Just honest
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