Snuff

You cussed me out and that was pretty rough.

You did it because you saw me use some snuff.

You made me eat the snuff because you're a brute.

But I got even when I puked on your Armani suit.

I get abused even though you smoke cigarettes and now it's your turn.

I'm going to stick a lit cigarette up your butt and give you a third degree burn.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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