My joyful sinning— Beginning, but Not ending, With eager grinning— Is filled With cigarettes and liquor That kill me quicker That any sort of sick or Barrel to my head. Lord! Lord! Save me from this fun I’m faking! I’d love to lead a life worth saving, But to take me from this smoke I’m making Might collapse my lungs, might leave me shaking! Today, I stretch my neck For beheading Through the window to feel the wind blow And brush my hair. Catching bugs in my teeth Is the only sign that I might die— But the smoke in my eyes says otherwise.