She keeps cigarettes and alcohol in her pretty cabinet
She can’t give up either as much as she wants to
She knows they kill but only ever other people
Her lungs are not black, her liver not scarred
Her life not sad, her body not wrecked
The mirror mirror on the wall tells her she’s still pretty
It wouldn’t dare say anything else
It would spell seven years bad luck in landfill
Among putrid, decomposing rubbish, the flesh of the West
Picked over by Indonesian children trying to get a few more rupiah
Smelly money never killed anyone
Keep that consumerism coming, folks
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