These women
Languid and bare
Smoke my cigarettes
With a stare
Is it too much to ask
"Is it too much?", I ask
For us lovers
In this hopeless place
To a hopeless road
That leads nowhere
Where nobody recognizes
The homeless crowd on a lavender-scented road
Looking for another beer
Another cigarette lit up
She is still looking at me
"Where am I?" she asks
I tell her it's beautiful
As long as it ain't
Paris and hella far away
In some distant galaxy
Where they don't sell cheap *****
And cups of coffee for a remedy
She keeps pointing at me with her laser-like leer
I jeer and mock a bit
Begging her to talk a bit
Is it fair to keep a good gal
In your house, just for company
Probably not
But, hell it beats isolation
And paying for cigarettes and coffee
The women buy everything these days