I have never enjoyed cold tea –
you know that slop-dreg last inch
My dad drank gallons of it
with swigged slurps – his sound
By God, he could drink it hot!
Gulped down – necked red-raw
Followed by a Silk Cut drag
until the throat cancer stuck
He puffed over nine miles of fags
and how many gallons of tea?
With a cooled inch left, I stop –
Everything gives you cancer