ashtrays and empty promises
dictate your means,
and your ends sprawl in piles of ash and rueful thoughts.
gunshot words and a knife sharp tongue,
you can't help stoking your own fire
with apathetic shrugs and whiskey caps.
the smoke on your breath gives atmosphere
to your crooked demeanor, and your
glassy eyes lie behind a filmy ashtray green.
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