Marlboro Man,
soaked with Dom and with scotch,
fiberglass jewels,
on a nicotine watch,
Marlboro Man,
rolling papers to waste,
filters emotions,
to handle their taste,
Marlboro Man,
igniting sparks of charm,
gathers his strength,
to ash out on your arm,
Marlboro Man,
has an ego to stroke,
hiding the fact,
his only substance is smoke,
Marlboro Man,
and his shiny new car,
touches your heart,
to make it gummy with tar,
Marlboro Man,
is a beautiful dancer,
spreading about,
like metastasized cancer.