To All Pre-Cancerous Men of Leisure

Science say

Our leisure activities

Could definitely,

Maybe, perhaps the

Research shows certain

Risk factors that cannot be

So alarming when in the

Throes of cocktails

Served in smoky glasses

That allow said smoke

To escape

Through back alleyways and

Into the streets and

Rape our everyday,

Day-to-day

Humdrum with

Euphoric coughs

Rushing out lungs,

Cutting out tongues,

Jaws,

Throats,

Livers,

Hearts,

Brains,

and

Vain manes.

Delilah shall be

My Cancer’s name,

But I Hope the

Dame keeps her distance,

Stays where she lies

In her Old

Testament bed and

Keeps her nose

Out

of

My

affairs

and

Her shears

Away

from

My

head.