THERE COMES A TIME.

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There comes a time…
The foamy lather, and golden crystals
Of Alcohol, in bottle after bottle
No longer gives you that boost you require
Only succeeds in making you feel little.

There comes a time…
Wrap after wrap, of cigar after cigar
Only leaves you with the nausea
The smoke, rising through your lungs
Only succeeds, in quenching your desire.

There comes a time…
Having Belinda, Felicia, Nadia and Patricia
leads to no satisfaction
All become a rottenness to your bones
A rising sense of confusion.

There comes a time…
The dripping fat, of fats and fries
And the sugary coating of pastries
Only causes you to shake your head in rejection
And return all those pennies.

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