the bottle full of butts, of many smoked cigarettes, on lonely nights, spent up while I was dreaming, and writing in this book, the water tainted from tobacco, from the cigarettes burnt to the end, shake it up to put another one out, another dreamer in the world of, businessmen, sluts and clowns, another blue-pen writing, another poem I have put out, in the hopes .it will be published, someday in a city, as I work my mind, I light up another coffin nail, deteriorating my lungs, to get my inspiration, while others are having fun, the Pepsi bottle with the Sprite cap, I mismatched one day in haste, I really should go to sleep now, before my hand gets tired, and my sleepless eyes fall from my face, the bottle full of butts, that if I remember I'll toss from the window, as I drive to school, with my sister beside me, a dreamer with a bottle of; burnt up cigarette butts...... by joshua farmer 9-15-98 copyright 2000