I told Snider
his bad habit
would catch up to him
someday,
but not that day.
or in that case,
not that night.
I was thinking
it would be years
down the road
before it got him.
He took a round
smack dab
in his mouth.
He sat there crumbled
without lips and teeth.
It looked like he
was just napping.
The ****,
still smoldering,
was stacked
next to him
in the dirt,
like that tower
in Pisa.
******* bad habits...