two smaller poems

No Smoking


Since it’s cold outside
And I can’t smoke in the bar
I drink another beer

The air so wholesome
When beer glasses are lifted
Armpits tell of night


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The Cost of Living


I never go to restaurants anymore
the price of petrol is so high, when
I get to one I can’t afford to enter.

I look at the menu outside, but go
and sit in my automobile, munch
a sandwich and drink warm beer.