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!"
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