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POEM -- Hunter Thompson
Hunter Thompson
By Thomas Herr
In this Winter
Of the never-ending snowstorm
I frolic in the flowered fields
With prostitutes for my sunshine
I still smoke my first cigarette every day
I still walk the fine line
I still skate the thin ice
I still roam the slums of my mind
I still soak up the bad and filter out the rest
I defy it all as an actor performing
I defy it all as a scientist postulating
Hunter Thompson;
You’ve got nothing on me.
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This was written in 2003. I'm thinking of changing the title. I'm thinking "My First Cigarette" - What do you think?
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