Cigarette ThiefA Poem by Randy Johnson
Whenever I buy cigarettes, my neighbor steals them.
I really hate thieves and a part of me wants to kill him. He sneaks in my house when he catches my back turned. i threatened to call the cops but he didn't seem concerned. He doesn't just steal some of my cigarettes, he steals every pack. He spits in my face when I go to his house to demand them back. I've asked him time after time to stop but he won't. But the laugh is on him, he has lung cancer and I don't.
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Added on June 24, 2018 Last Updated on June 24, 2018 AuthorRandy JohnsonTNAboutI was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more.. |

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