The old bum would only smoke Pall Malls,
"It's the best damn cigarette ever," he claimed,
as he always told the winos and junkies,
coursed thru every city,
Dallas, Phoenix, L.A., Seattle, Chicago, N.Y.,
or wherever else he so desired to make his place,
I think maybe Pall Mall had somehow...
God only knows how,
but had blackmailed the bum,
to incite the final phase of his demise.
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