So flick the careless cigarrette
Through the arbitrary smoke,
Retreat to clouds of pregnant air
Where pungent odors cloak
Watch the hard and anguished lines
Move in rhythm with the peach,
Downward poison calms the mind
Extracting sleazy, languid speech
Blackguard yet another whore,
Entice her with your sottish charm
Tripping on an unknown drug,
One you swore would do no harm
Guffaw towards a knockabout
Cheer and bellow at the sight,
One more time amidst the throng
Just another taphouse night