
So I went to a haughty club
I saw a begging stinking pub
Kneeling, weeping and blocking smoke
From mouths of many a stinking broke
II
“Save me you fresh clean broke
Don’t smoke me, you can get stroke
Help me breathe air and not smoke
I’m dying of the many travelling smoke”
III
I don’t know why you have to be here
When you can hardly this smoke bear
I can’t stand any insult, beating or sneer
Just develop legs and face your fear
IV
But the pub continued to plead
Making my heart to also bleed
I came to smoke but I can’t touch weed
All because of the pub who needs to be freed
Why at all did he choose to be the club’s seed?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014