Sick.

I inhale deeply on my life shortening cigarette, I cough, a sick mans cough.

Im still coughing, looks like I'll soon be in a coffin, probably still coughing.

I finish my legalised assassin and put it in the ashtray,and say to myself cough, I did.

Five minutes later I had control of my lungs.

I left my smoked stained home and walked down the busy street.

I nodded and said hi to people I did meet.

I saw a funeral parlour and my lungs started coughing.

I walked in and was carried out in a coffin.

Yes I was still coughing.

I knew I was sick, but I didn't think I was that sick.

Amen.