Ode to Marlboro Reds

I remember writing this poem what feels like forever ago. I wrote it senior year of highschool when I was on spring break in Florida with my best friend.

marlboro reds marlboro reds

the candy of all cigarettes

smoke em slow 

cowboy face

hold it in

smoke trail to trace

marlboro reds marlboro reds

the candy of all cigarettes

strong and thick

foggy haze

taking a timeout

to get through my daze

marlboro reds marlboro reds

the candy of all cigarettes

my hair is reaky

lungs are black

but I always choose reds 

in case its my very last pack

I though I was a fucking badass. I still think I am. In fact, yesterday was my birthday and I can't believe I lived this long. Obviously the indian guy at the quik mart could believe it, though. He guessed my age on the first try when I went to buy visine to go with the birthday present I bought myself. A quad of dankass weed. Anyway, I feel very tired and reclusive today. I blame all the family time last week.