TAKE A SMOKE

Saw a man taking a smoke, I took it for a joke.
He said, "times are hard and he is broke."
He looked at me and took another smoke.
We are all going to die anyway, as he puffs away.

Yes, we are all going to die anyway.
It does feel good that we are going to die anyway.
Knowing that is the case, why are you stressed anyway?
He asked me, "What do I care? It is his life."

The only comfort he has, is going up in smoke.
As he draws another puff, looking cool.
So now smoke is your work mule?
It makes him feel good and lively up the mood.
Looked into his eyes and realized, there is no one their.
The eyes are the window to the soul.

This man is alive but is so cold, even to his own self.
Not all of the produce in the shop are sold off the shelf.
Time has expired, now he feels like he is garbage.
None perishable goods, what are you?
Don't loose your footing and try to join smoke.
Smoke raises high, and yes we are all going to die.
Some die looking for a pie in the sky.