Smoke Signal

Updated: Oct 25, 2021

For the lure of a puff and poof

The fiend jumped off the roof

Into the pursuit of the truth

He landed on limping fleet of foot

When he got up, he didn't want to stay

Wait, don't you dare stroll way

Let him stoke the old fire smokes

This bloke's bones broke like a joke

He rose to find the fine dash of ash

A wheezer in a mad dash for cash

His dreams were flush in a gold rush

Only to wake up a flash in the pan with no stash.

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