If people were all cigarettes- I'd smoke a pack a day
and take long drags of everyone
and then toss the butts away

If people were all change- quarters, pennies, nickles, and dimes
I'd pick each one up from the sidewalk and save
for a bottle of *** and a good time

If people were pills- they'd all be prozacs and zolofts
so we could keep on faking smiles
pretending to get off

And as I'd wash down pills with shots- and feel as each on burned
I'd blow smoke in a young child's face
Reassuring him, next was his turn.