No Smoking, No Joking, No Kings

We who have ceased our childhoods choose

To put such childish things aside

As self-indulgent bad-for-yous

Like put-down jokes that slur/deride

And drawn tobacco into lungs

That bystanders will breathe as well

To climb adulthood’s ladder’s rungs

And make a Heaven of a Hell

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We also need some leaders who

Are not to parasites beholden

Which parasites suck killing goo

That turns the beacon sun ungolden

We need to oust denounce unseat

The big shot bully would-be kings

That growing up become complete

With birthing Mother Earth Who sings