oxygen
it's a funny age thirty seven - me not her -
she's fair enough if not to brag of
and from what I can see as a I blow in this pipe
her tits are alright for something to look at
my carbon monoxide is down
would I like to stick with the patches
or try the gum
these frigid types always ask dumb questions
what I would like is a half corona- hand rolled and cuban -
to accompany three hours spent with a rounded bordeaux
then a bit of sleep apnoea to scare the missus
instead I pick up the prescrition
wander home inhaling the dog-shit and woodsmoke
tongue hanging out like an hormonal teenager
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