Whenever I buy cigarettes, my neighbor steals them.
I really hate thieves and a part of me wants to kill him.
He sneaks in my house when he catches my back turned.
I threatened to call the cops but he didn’t seem concerned.
He doesn’t just steal some of my cigarettes, he steals every pack.
He spits in my face when I go to his house to demand them back.
I’ve asked him time after time to stop but he won’t.
But the laugh is on him, he has lung cancer and I don’t.
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I think this is an interesting piece of writing. I could tell that there was going to be a surprise ending, and I enjoyed reading it.
Well dang!
This was some serious dark humor. Lol, were we supposed to laugh at the dude who got lung cancer at the end?
Anyway, I really do enjoy your pieces, I find them original, and funny. This one came together quite nicely and think you are on your way to becoming a highly esteemed comedic poet.
The humor is present from moment one, I love it.
Incidentally, I read in the paper that someone stole 1000 packs of cigarettes from a gas station, valued at over $5000. That’s a habit, man.
Cheers!