Fumidus

“Fumidus” (Smoking) Smoking Looking to just curdle my thought processes For a while Not demolish them completely Can’t be coping with that green Leaving you devoid of everything. Life blood to some And cancerous sentence to others Some choose, some inherit Copying fathers, older brothers For some, the telling of a tale Sat at a bar, pint, ashtray Are perfectly right Watching the smoke fly away Standard smoke, stoned smoke Pay your money and choose It’s your money, your lungs You know what you have to lose.