Hey, smile, why don't you"
said Linda to Roy
while taking a drag
on a sloppily rolled joint
Roy made a face
with his face
The room was cold as ice
You might've seen your breath
it it hadn't long since been
taken away
In some sense, he was in boxing
ring of life
and the final count was long over
There really was't any reason
to get up
This round was definitely lost
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