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.
(A fictional poem.)
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