Ma

I put my cigarettes out like Kathy Brown.
Years of watching her twirl them out,
Usually after saying something bitter and disheartening, like,
"Well, that's just not going to happen."
Or,
"Been there, done that!, Did with ya sistahs.."
I adopted it, it grew on me like an aged memory, looking for a place,
To rest while it prepares it's self for death.
I'm still not much of a beer drinker,
But when I acquire it,
Will I drink the Bud Light Kathy drinks?
It's yellow optimistic, soothing acidic empirical taste?
Why can't I get rid of you Kathy Brown?