Cancer Party

There was 7 in the packet when we started       7 sticks of pure, cancerous victory             'better lock the door' she said             The old Sod was outside tending his garden       Putting those foul, spindly fingers     to a more appropriate use       Completely unaware of being       locked out of his own house             We sat in his lounge       Watched him from the window       Puffed on his cigarettes       and laughed       and coughed             It was a waste of good smoke      We didn't even inhale   and the taste made us queasy                   Still, those were the best 3 and a half cigarettes I ever had.