The Drag

I was smoking a cig. with my recruiter, And he looked at me and said " you're going to have a long three months of basic, son."

I hate the taste,

But I love the feeling.

My head spins as

I walk through the metal dector

I empty my pockets

And there it is.

My last drag.

Of my last cigarette.

And oh god I'm pissed.

The End

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