the Marlborough Man’s Dead and so are all his cowboy’s their propaganda killed my mother preyed on force of habit the Marlborough man is dead and so are all his cowboys their propaganda killed my mother addicted her to the soot Alive with pleasure eager to purchase alive with pleasure happy to smolder She exhaled pain I inhaled decay no iron lung can cut a tumor the size of a fist from your throat Rotten black lung and family hands it down a learned destruction the ashes please me to sickness