TICKETS TO THE TOMB

"Just for tonight," they say with a grin As they chug their drinks and toast to sin. "Life's too short," they laugh and puff Not knowing their fun's just deadly stuff. Unbeknownst, they book their tickets to the tomb Barely out of the womb, then off to their doom. In a few short years, they're all but gone With lungs darkened and hearts tarred on. Smoking and drinking, their idea of fun Unaware of the wheels they've spun. They dance with danger, a risky delight Their words, a joke, in the dead of night.