Chapter 56 sue a chimney

with such an unreasonable attitude To the bright blue sky in the south One mouthful after another, recklessly Facing the original pure scenery like a gangster to girls Spit your full stomach of dirty words You ruined the reputation of morning glow and evening cloud Keep the sun out of the frosted glass Sometimes, pretending to quit smoking Hiding, huh, in the dark of night To the window of my nightmare, secretly swallowing Listen, the sparrows are forced to move The wind is asthmatic, the tree is coughing And you heavy drug addict Still so defiant, refusing to give up Also casually dusted the smoke, turning the whole city

as your private ashtray Pretend not to see 1.3 million copies — No, two and a half million lung lobes Smoked into a black butterfly by you squirming in the saucer, half-opened and half-closed Can't see, those many hazy pupils looking up in despair The gray sky that even the kite can't breathe