A Sign of the Times

I went to get a pack of cigs and found the store was out, the manager said "grapes or figs?" I responded with a pout. "They're no longer de rigeur" I was told with a sneer, "can't sell them to you any more, how about a six of beer?" "But what about my nicotine?" I ventured with a gasp, "how will I stay lean and mean if they're not within my grasp?" "Sorry bud butt that's the deal, no more cigs to satisfy your need, but come back in a year or two and then I'll sell you weed!"