One, two, three, four,
Putting nails in your coffin.
This death you can afford,
Paying for it almost nothing.
Smoking one day a pack,
Than you go coughing.
You will end your life in plastic bag,
It's the truth, I'm not laughing.
But if you like the odor,
It will leave from you nothing.
Life is a metaphor,
And is dying worth it?
Smoking two packs a day,
Coughing all your lungs out.
Should we scatter the ashes in the bay?
With the lights out...
1, 2, 3, 4...
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2019
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