Women To A Smoke

Women to a smoke


By the setting sun

With a warm scotch

In an easy breeze


But


Can’t let the smoke burn too long

Or too hot

Not too many drags

Or life will rot


Out of touch

Out of line

Out of prime


Yellow teeth

Rotten breath

Stinky shirt

Coughing blood

Choking spit

Pounding chest


Lung cancer


Next you know

Certain death


I like my women like a cigar or a cigarette


One every few evenings, and I’m set



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