Hungry...
Like a bad best friend with a pack of smokes
Leading me with him to take a few tokes
Tempting to ditch my good boy church friends
Whose eyes linger on through an envious lens.
Killing it all, a mother's good work
Gone to waste for a laugh in the park
That's his trick, for a smile in winter
Just pay the price of ruing the summer.
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