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.