He steps onto the street, skinny, tattoed, sunglasses he's wearing <br />Quickly pulls out some smokes but trying to look as if he's not caring <br />Lights one up of course, while checking quickly around <br />That no-one can see the desperation in which he is drowned <br /> <br />You're kidding mate, you don't seriously think you look tough <br />When actually you're on the verge of a panic attack, yes I've called your bluff <br />You're an addict, a slave, for years you've been hooked <br />Stop pretending, stop fooling, because you're just plain spooked <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia - 2006)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-smoke-screen/
