retarded fairy tale

tobacco weaved curtains
of nicotine lace
and lungs so cluttered
left piqued was the face
wrinkles and etchings and ages of life
found mapped in the countenance
of long wanton whores
dance away from such
tyrants
dictators
and more
go now to the place
where succinct are the visions
coated in wonder
bathed long in lust
lay down your head in
honey reflections
where dream dancers dance
in the shadows of night