I shed the weight,
my pack off, and the dirt in my lungs
and the nicotine in my lip,
the copenhagen gave off quite a flavor,
and the smile on your lips  
gave off quite a character, and the coughed up dirt and sand,
and watched the clean ones walk by,
us drunk masers,
sipping water,
no,
chugging it, to get the dryness out,
and to make the world a little cleaner
with our spit, my comrades,
my compadres, my sombreroed
masters of delight.
watch casablanca
with
me