Better another and another cigarette
With every breath borrowed against terminal debt.
These charcoal lungs haven’t failed just yet.
Better another and another stiff drink
Then a lucid mind with which to think.
Wellness be damned! Let mortality shrink!
Shortness of breath is a portent of death,
Still the method of suicide be sold
By the pint, by the bottle, the pack or the carton.
A nice long drag it is, getting old.
Ignoring the signs; the future declined.
Such apathy in the glare of his danger,
But when skin’s pallor ices with alarm bell devices,
With every breath borrowed against terminal debt.
These charcoal lungs haven’t failed just yet.
Better another and another stiff drink
Then a lucid mind with which to think.
Wellness be damned! Let mortality shrink!
Shortness of breath is a portent of death,
Still the method of suicide be sold
By the pint, by the bottle, the pack or the carton.
A nice long drag it is, getting old.
Ignoring the signs; the future declined.
Such apathy in the glare of his danger,
But when skin’s pallor ices with alarm bell devices,
My, how they fly to the aid of a stranger.
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2 comments:
Your poem (especially with the photo at the end) kind of reminds me of all the people who I've seen smoking outside of the hospital. Usually, a good number of them are nurses.
And some, amazingly, are doctors.
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