Snuff
Nicotine paid
by the experimental hour
Diseased lungs’ biopsy displayed
never made
this lab rat’s attitude
turn breath analyzer sour
Snuff was a lemon grass puff charmer,
in pursuit
of a higher dollar yield
for the tobacco crop corporate farmer
Double blind Snuff
loved to puff
the addictive, leafy stuff
From generic to the best,
Mr. Seabee lips couldn’t get enough
Snuff got his manly chest
so feminine buff
Tumor rumor has it,
Snuff ran out of placebo luck
In the umpteenth trial
of new-and-improved product perfecting,
Snuff got the top-tier
guinea pig bucks
But, Snuff
never got to spend a muddy dime
of the green paper slime
His number came up,
just when the cure for cancer
looked to become
market investment prime
Double blind Snuff
truly loved to carton puff
the addictive, leafy lethal stuff
At his funeral,
some sad loved one
took a long-draw homage deep huff
And with a tar-teary, coughing prayer,
they lamented for po’ Mr. Seabee ...
oh, so soul roughly
When the smoky-grey casket
took a pallbearer eulogy short cut,
the bereaved slowly
snuffed out
their favorite brand cigarette butt
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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