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the casual chemistry of caffeine
drinking to dream of a tobacco tongue
like me with an irish undercurrent
an inherited flavour a trace memory
i stub out the source of my smokescreen
by erasing the calm of my forehead
on the dull dirty table you stained with excuse
they don't wash with me it's the over-use
this is not monopoly you don't get out of jail free
in honesty every card carrying member burned their card
because they felt something and you can see they're scarred
but you are a dishonesty of healing
on my back staring at the ceiling
i can see the mural is peeling
but its not from me you are stealing
do you not know what i am feeling?
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I really enjoy this poem and its subject matter. I love the rhyming scheme and the fact that there is no puncuation. I have been criticized by a few for improper puncuation arguing that it is not always needed and poetry shouldn't be about proper grammar and this poem is a pure and true point in our defense; I bookshelved this--thank you.
