Smoke swirls
& unfurls
Through the claggy haze
Blow backs
And embers blaze
Crimson to black
As Rizlas burn
Back to back
"Mate it's your turn
To skin up."
An acrid tang
Eyes half closed
A superfragilistic fug
Imposed
And as you sang
"Oh Sally can wait"
To reality
You can no longer relate
And as she's walking on by
The self begins to dissipate
Eyes meet across a room
But you're too far gone to wait
And see...
What this all could possibly mean?
But it's too late
And you're too far gone to care..
