Smoke

I was thinking

how ironic this thing
with tobacco is
the club our government
holds over the heads
of addicts
like me
cut off my smoke
& I will kill to
get it

like the white interlopers
killed the red men
who introduced them
to the noble
weed
the bit of peace
found at the end
of a tube or
a pipe

bland gray smoke to
stop the monkey craving
inside the brain

I don't care that
Phillip Morris & Run
Johnny Reynolds lied to
me for years
because
we're all going to
die anyway

I just hope to go
with a sweet
weed between my lips
and remember that
the Indians we
screwed are finally

getting even


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