Sex After Cigarettes

Some of us are waiting for a pig to fly

And socks to wear and shoes to buy,

For cuffs to link and ties to tie,

To give your ex the evil-eye,

For tongues to tie and tears to cry,

For booze and weed to keep you high,

For arguments to justify

A plane to crash for Trump to die.

Some of us are waiting for the cops to show,

For pimps to pimp and hoes to hoe,

For toes to primp and tips to toe,

For alibis with lies to know,

A space to pace, a case to pose,

A comfy place to decompose,

For blood to wipe and wounds to close

And cons to balance out the pros.

Some of us are waiting for a change of pace,

Surprise "hellos" and coffee dates,

Lifting hearts and lifting weights,

Cashing checks and clashing fates,

For laughs to laugh and lips to kiss

And memories to reminisce,

For sweat to sweat from bliss to bliss,

For something we hope we don't miss.

And some of us just place our bets,

With heavy minds, with heavy debts,

On Romeos and Juliettes

To help us smoke our cigarettes.