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
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
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
fucked are finally

getting even