Updated: Mar 30, 2023
Our very own breath, we are forced to see
As you have taken responsibility,
To open the window, to let in the cold
Displays of self-importance
Are what we now behold
If you were kind enough to ask first,
You’d have saved all those passengers,
from that sudden cold burst.
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