When she walked past I puffed a cigarette,
Black tresses tidy tied back ponytail,
She made sure no strange eyes by contact met,
I blinked at aloe scent, her breezy trail.
She gossiped out of earshot, girls her set,
I posed against a plaster wall, some male,
Drew smoke, as ever laid the longshot bet,
Chameleon, melding shades, one to one scale.
A shade of former self, all blunt taste buds
To lose the lard waist, my limbs strangely light
And clumsy now, with balance off, feint slight,
Cool peppermint on mouthwash bitter suds.
Back she slinks now, borrows please a lighter,
Skinny, curvy, friendly girl, why fight her?
(Chorus)
o lighter
o primer
o starter
