There’s nothing left but cigarettes,
yet cigarettes are fine
to stand the test or -- kill the rest --
of lust, regrets and time.
Ignoring what we finally choose
to worship as divine,
if you think cigarettes and booze
can ratify our rhyme,
okay, then; let’s agree to waste
each other’s time online
and spend an afternoon in chaste-
ly existential crime.
A cognac, too, might nicely do
to fortify our whine.
V.S.O.P.’s my cup of tea --
life as twist of lime.