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