You're aware, I'm short of breath

Listen up for the sake of my health

This morning, emerging from your ford,

Cooled by the AC's nest

Trousers and socks snuck In your Oxford

You were layered: a suit, a tee, and a vest

Yet inside you burn with pride

Making elevation of your exotic ride

Waiting in your office, I whisper a plea

Not so long, but longing to be free

Moving from one AC to another,

Locking me in your office could make you a manslaughter

You notice my dismay

But casually brush it away

Your answers though and hard

Can't work with someone who finds AC's rough and bad

Did not assign me the task, yea, I'm grateful for that,

Cos it seems inclusivity of my kind isn't part of your chat

Some say it needs a pass or a card

Yet mine a simple miracle would be grand

Clutching to my inhaler in the street down the country road

The weather rusty, short, and old

Street lurcher puffing weed on a seat,

Next to a family burning old stuff on the street

They said it would do no harm, just passive smoke

Yet my asthma is now completely active, blokes

Finally down the country road,

I feel like a brand new plant in the tales of old

Yet like a riverside, company compost ablaze,

Fumes tint my sky in a smoky haze

I weep for air like a thirsted plant chant,

Yearning for a world where every breath is kind

This world I hope to find

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