May I Light Your Cigarette? Poem by Eduardo M. Oran

It has been a long day, sit down,
Let me pour you a glass of an elixir,
Your eyes - they're not your usual dark brown,
Don't be alarmed, it is only the cat's whiskers.

Your hair is everywhere and about,
The clock's needle has sped up,
There is crust starting to build up around your mouth,
Cries from you, begging for another cup.

Here, here goes the rest of our lives,
I found these pills in a puddle of spit,
Darling, stop; put down the knives,
Let me light your cigarette...