Cough
----------------------Gag
----------Wheeze
S-e-c-o-n-d---h-a-n-d--s-m-o-k-e
from a Virginia Slim
cradled like a baby
between her fingers;
----------a
-------smooth
-----stream
-------of
----------white
decorating the air.
-----a fluid flow,
-----from an orange glow.
A nightmare to my lungs causes me to choke as my vocal cords come to a close I can't breathe I can't breathe but
--my eyes, my eyes
----they can still see
--those sweet
--red
-lips
and poison
-green
--dress
that those sissy, prissy, uptight,
assholes would steal from me because
they need to bitch, moan, and complain
about cigarettes again today.
v
It's me they want to cradle
and my hand they want to hold
so that I can close my eyes
and they can guide me
through my life,
without so much as a cough,
gag, or wheeze. It's for me that
----------they want this ban.
Fuck them! Puff!
-----I'm not a child,
and I can hold my own damn hand.
-----Blow that freedom,
that democracy,
-----that cancer causing elixir
which causes my airways to constrict,
-----into those faces who've never even tried
-----a Marlboro on a chilly autumn day.
There's a blue eyed blonde over there who understands.
