jbk - a wishbone

it comes down to this
liquor or tabacco
5 dollars left to spend,
[
it might be raining cold outside, you, jacketless
flipflops and long socks, can you hop,
be at two places
at the same time?

I keep staring at this antichrist baby
its got a weekly time down to 32,
and if for only 32 mere turns of card
]
what are we to do, whiskey or 
lucky strike,

we're going to have to go in with a wrinkled shirt,
dust of comb,
smile crooked yellow 

glasses! 
[glasses fade in stage right]
ah, now to the scratch of the eye

we multiply, diverge, continue, infect, for they 
are providing the proper dosages of control
the handheld mind meld, optics text in retinal screen,

do we now embrace? 

5 dollars in pocket, 
two places to be

I must say in sieve, 
we split the difference,
get the booze, 
and roll up the last of the stale tobacco,
for a gutteral gunk and noise we shall rumour 

human, 
chosen
to choose

whiskey for tabacco