Old Time Sake Poem by Yiro Abari High

So you've learned it
That habit
Of wedging a smoking straw
Against those lips
Inhaling, exhaling

Now you have a chimney
In place of an oral sty
Darting from north to south
Oozing a toxic cloud

See now?
Just how messy are thou
Your bellows are now shrinking
Your longevity is ruined
For you it's no longer a win

With those clumsy lips
With those abhorrent heels
And satanic palms
The charm fizzles

Now your attraction and goodwill comes
Only from old time sake