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Pharmacist Smokes A Cigarette

from Death Tomorrow Kills Hopeless Today by L. Mounts

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"Be well," he says, as he leaves for his break
Walks a few feet away from the store just to take
A quick minute or so he can have to himself
As he shortens his future and ruins his health
There is nothing inherently wrong with his choice
Till the hole's in his throat and there's rasp in his voice
But he walks back in so he can sell you your meds
That'll settle your stomach and ease up your head

He tells us what we need to get so that we can get better
While he's disrupting his growth and he is writing your letter
Of all your little specific prescriptions
He's tried every one, been addicted then kicked them
And every day at 2 and 5:10
He walks in the cold just to light up again

He huffs and he puffs and he blows his lungs out
As the smoke trickles into his dried and cracked mouth
He can sense the feeling in the back of his throat
Just decreasing the years before he will croak
His knowledge of human well being is astounding
For someone whose whole set of teeth is now browning
I do not dispute that he's probably fine
But we'll see where he is in 2059

He gives us the pills to combat our sickness
As the devil rests in shirt pocket and God as his witness
If history serves pretty soon all his nerves
Are gonna give out and he'll just go berserk
But every day at 6:30 and 9
He pulls out his pack and he starts feeling fine

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from Death Tomorrow Kills Hopeless Today, released March 3, 2015

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