the last cigarette

got them caffeine shakes
and my skins all ghostly pale
got nicotine stained teeth
and finger nails
got a belly full of whisky
and voices in my head
a pocket full of
single dollar bills

i know i could be
all that i can be
i know that i could
turn my life around
but ill piss my life away
drinking in the rain
better to be
six feet underground