You are as hollow as an empty beer can
A dead soldier
All shine and no substance
You left me here to smoke too many cigarettes
Sitting in the dark in this room that isn't mine
Left too many muddy footprints
Left me here to wallow in doubt
As if there were any need for more of that
Here among the debris
Of your most recent nuclear attack
No peace
Your toxins will float in with the weather
For many moons to come
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