A bleak day.
A bleak smile crossed his lips,
fishing out a cigarette
he didn’t want to smoke.
And he smoked it,
abstractly wondering
how it was he always ended up
suspended,
doing the very things
he didn’t want to do.
A bleak day.
A bleak smile crossed his lips,
fishing out a cigarette
he didn’t want to smoke.
And he smoked it,
abstractly wondering
how it was he always ended up
suspended,
doing the very things
he didn’t want to do.