Newport

[Frank]

Topic:
"The second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half." - Feodor Dostoveski

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A Cashier unlocks the cigarette shelf to an assortment of brands.
Craig's Christmas sweater is sick with the smell, of moth balls, forty and gramps.
Craig won't wash the sweater that's been kept in storage, in drab contortion of damp,
In fear that the washing machine will flush out the memory absorbed in the gland
The wool sweater - was torn from the lamb an sewn on the board and worn on the land,
For generations, it hugged tobacco draws from a southern-drawing fortunate man.
Who smoked all his life and would die- driving his Ford into a fork, he would ram and burst into flames, scorched in the flash,
Craig can't forget that, running out to the truck, a crisped ash: pouring his flask....
Gasoline tears - get back; Craig lit a match and pitch black midnight-sky spurred orangey bland
.
The cashier unlocks the cigarette shelf with the assortment of brands.
"What'll be craig?" Says the cashier / drug dealer for the 7/11 corporate clan
His job title says Cashier but he manages the morgue from his stand.
He wears a turban and has a terrorist beard like Iraqi war with Iran -
except His war is fought in the store- endorsing the brands that fill the coffins that store in the land

Craig has cancer.
A carton a day- -some days more if he can,
He's been warned with thwarted scans,
His family protested.
They stormed in a chant

"DO-NOT-SELL"

"DO-NOT-SELL"

"DO-NOT-"

Door slammed-
"You're banned!!" Ali says with force and command!
20 year relationship, between the owner of the store and this man -
Divorce from the damned!
..
Ali can't make eye contact knowing he shortened his span
..
The cashier locks the cigarette shelf to an assortment of brands.
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Craig points to the green menthol box - too hoarse to demand.
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The cashier unlocks the cigarette shelf with the assortment of brands.
-
Craig's oxygen tank sits, like a dwarf for his bronchia's sake.
Supporting his diaphragm -
A corpse with a tan.....
Newport in his hand..

"You got a light?"

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"I got a Torch"































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[Lars]

they dont sell Newports over here but that guy is def british haha

cool little story

[Frank]

You aint hip hop until you smoke a newport, and get those crystals cutting your lungs up

[dead man]

Lmao this is true.

I really think the repetition was effective for this verse. An examination into something often overlooked or under discussed like the hereditary smokers fever. Obviously could have done more to give context to the sweater and his grandfather, also why was he banned from the store?

As always, a diamond in the rough of what I really believe is creative genius at a certain strange level.

You're also a douchebag for upping all of these at once.

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[Frank]

Thanks^

Exhale

Inhale

[ill nik-A]

I enjoyed this... I started smoking with ports... Coughed up blood then switched to Marlboro lights and now quit...

U made enjoyable tbh

But just remember who got out the way when u were flying off the top rope... U hit the floor didn't recover and I got the 123

Goat