Abstainer’s Blues

It’s times like this I wish I smoked,

But it all just tastes like hell to me.

I have a smoker’s habits,

But no taste for nicotine.

Because ten minutes alone,

The bitter cold for company,

Is all I really want,

It’s just my personality.

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