Watch the filth extinguish
Into ashen dish
This is no volcano trip
No red glow sunset strip
It’s the slender fit on lips
Of cancer stick
That nasty nail
as you all draw
Like Deitricht
inhale
A romantic
Leaving lipstick
Yet inside hide a tar trick
Of coating every fibre
God gave you lungs
And you fathered a husky voice
To maturity
Split cells
Sent rougues to delve within
All your gorgeous body parts
Polluted
As time got your cancers sorted
continued
And sported
ready rolled
Or roll up
Stuvesant
Or gold cup horse racing etiquette
The diamonte holders
The bullion and krugerand
Should be no more elite in death
Yet statistics show
Many a last breath
Dies mostly
In the hands of the poor.