village verse

chawin' tobaccy

when it was hot and dusty
working on the farm
and the striking of a match
could cause panic and alarm
when they couldn't smoke
but felt they must
pander a little to
the growing niccy lust

there was chawin' baccy
in a short black stick
very tightly compressed
and not very thick

sliced with a knife
put in the mouth to chaw
filled the niccy lust
made the spittal flow
as a young child
I found it cool and neat
the way they could spit
black juices at their feet

in this modern world
of substance abuse
is chawin' tobaccy
I wonder ever still used


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