Drink, Drunk

My Modern Met

Drink
Drink
Drunk
Drunk

Delilah in my arm,
The acrid smell of
Alcohol,
Perfume and
The unmistakable scent of
Body Odor.

All that was missing,
Was the sharp,
Undeniable, so familiar
Scent of cigarette smoke.
The cacaphony of
Filtered,
Unfiltered,
Clove scented,
Havana blended
Smoke.

All of that was shipped
Out of bars,
Left to sit on the curb
Like rotting garbage,
But that did not stop
The few,
The committed,
The addicted,
To perch on said curb,
Like vultures as they inhale
Smoke.

They shipped it out
On the grounds of
The general health of
The patrons,
Those who smoked,
And those who didn't,
But still we find a way
To kill ourselves.

With each glass,
We drink,
Drink,
And get drunk,
Drunk.

Drink
Drink
Drunk
Drunk.