The ashtray yells
There is an angry drunk man in front of me
That looks at me
And I avoid him
My body throws acid chemicals
That make my head ache
It is raining
And I am done.
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Author:
amethyste (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2026 13:27
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Comments1
I will have to give that one some thought for I have not seen an ashtray in a good long time ever since smoking became prohibited indoors. A fun read
Thank you. In some bars you can smoke inside where I live.
Must be nice you are most welcome
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