The Passion Of Addiction

by

Phil Pochurek

Ah the smell of addiction.
The scent of friction
Between obsession and desire
Is both delicious and deadly.
The taste of liquid oak
Against the back of your throat
Mingled with the aroma of a fine cigar
Can almost bring grandpa back from the grave
Driving his favorite car.
Sipping scotch and blowing smoke rings
Like he use to from behind a fine monticristo
While Billy Holiday sings.
There’s nothing like taking
No making time to savor the flavor
Of your favorite brandy
While you grow the ash on a coveted
Long awaited Fuenta.
Stolen moments become hidden passions
And secret affairs with vice.
Like the best sex you ever had
And the time you had it twice.
Don’t let your addictions drive you mad
Or you can end up most passionately dead.
No more scotch and smoke, or sex
That would be a shame and too bad
And the end of your sugar and spice.

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