A Cup of Joe
A cup of joe
before I die,
is all I ask.
My lungs so full
of death,
You let me breathe,
by your spear
suction off my humanity
I want to die,
I’ve fought too long
please
let me have
one last smoke,
if not,
then at least a cup of joe
Finally,
a doctor came
without MD next to his name
unsteady hand
short white coat
my doctor
with a cup of joe
finally now I am relieved
and
can die