we are poor and fat, we
smoke all today
smoke the grace away
we make rhymes and hate
each other’s guts out
gut our minds loud
ew, we don’t smile, ’cause
we’re gonna die and don’t wanna
hide under a big fat lie
we live in the coward’s tower
but never recognize
the dimension or size
after all is said yet never done
we pay and pay and pay
to smoke the grace away
Bogdan Puslenghea
illustration Nick Victor