Extra strong mints replace the fags, fisherman’s friends awaken the senses like a wander in the woods

Or a dip in the Taff

And my mood dips through lack of horrid smokey old throatburn

SG makes noises of the Devil’s bell, it is suppertime in hell

What’s for afters, smoked cheese and funked up Jacobite?

Beelzebub can’t afford the potent Penderyn

Stopping smoking is my little win

The Plutoesque sounds of Turbowolf awaken Rafferty

No need for drugs with these, lost or scratched so many records in my altered sense of reality

Least I didn’t eat any like Jimi

Instead listening to them helps me feel at ease.