Marlboro Man

The Marlboro man, cigarette in hand, sits tall on his horse with pride.

He works out in nature, the man that he is, wearing leather and tanned hide.

That Marlboro man, so buff and so tough, working hard on the range.

Outdoorsy, wholesome and rugged, on the billboards he never does change.

A free spirit of sorts, he lives for today, no need to make a plan.

That Marlboro man, so strong and so tan, he’s definitely a real man’s man.

But where is the Marlboro man now?

The Marlboro man, cigarette in his hand, sits slumped in his old wheelchair.

The oxygen mask he constantly wears, now his lifeline to despair.

The Marlboro man, no hair nor teeth, a ghostly shadow of his billboard self.

His prestige long gone and his fame reduced to a picture on the living room shelf.

The Marlboro man, so wrinkled and pale, he struggles for every breath.

The only thing he stands for now is lung disease and death.