He is aware, he is burning his money
With every cigarette he smokes.
He is too fond of seriousness
And it reflects in his jokes.
His friends are his puppets,
He teaches them discipline,
Secrets of going to bad places
And coming out clean.
Self reliance is his motto,
Which he often forgets.
Asks his friends politely
To pay for his cigarettes.
He holds tiny birds
Behind the bars
And plays songs of freedom
On his guitar.
His spirit smells like of a teen
With an age old attire
People, this is a true story,
Don't call it satire.
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