I’m not feeling well
My favourite wear
A black blazer
Was this morning
Smoked
 
I’m smellin like gray carbon
Those near me I see noses wrinkle
I can tell
And they ponder where
Such an odour
Familiar
 
From streets
Riding open jeeps
Such an odour
Familiar
Presses the senses
 
I’m not feeling well
My favourite wear
A black blazer
Was this morning
Smoked
 
Left now to hang and me bearing the chill
So those near me may not fret
I can sadly go on working
Be not harangue by what others can tell of
Such an odour
Familiar
 
From streets
Riding open jeeps
Such an odour
Familiar like smog
Presses the senses
Jeepney smoke…

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