smoke filled car turned on
windows rolled down slightly
breathing lightly
shouting just to be heard
crushed bottles in the door
they taste like some cancer
like some poison prison
could they be the answer?
box layin' flat on the floor
smells like fish filet
but I won't eat it today
since I think they can feel
sickly wheels remain in place
putrid air turns into venom
where is the doctor?
should we tell him?
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