C’mon Get Lucky

I want a Lucky Strike
More than I want world peace
So round,
So firm,
So fully packed.
Toasted to perfection.

A red bulls-eye,
A taste that’s right on target.
Nothing so good
After a hard day’s work
Or a fight with
The old lady
As a Lucky
To calm my poor nerves.

Marlboro, Winston, GPC,
But Lucky Strike is the one for me.
Imports, locals all pale
In comparison to the wonderful
Lung-hugging bliss
Of a Lucky Strike.

Nothing in the world
As satisfying
As a smooth
Drag from
A Lucky Strike.