Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Elegy

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

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M. L. Kiser September 28, 2018 at 9:37 PM Smoking got my older sister in 1998; she battled her cancer for 7 long years before going across. People smoked for centuries and until tobacco growers and cocorporations began putting additives in tobacco; cancer wasn't as big of a problem. Corporations are so corrupt though. Again Freddie, your words are powerful magic; well penned.