The Smoke that gathers blue and sinks

The smoke that gathers blue and sinks
The torpid smoke of rich cigars
The torpid after-dinner drinks
The overpowering immense
After dinner insolence
Of matter " going by itself "
Existence just about to die
Stifled with glutinous liqueurs
Till hardly a sensation stirs
The overoiled machinery ...

What, you want action?
Some attraction?
Now begins
The piano and the flute and two violins
Someone sings
A lady of almost any age
But chiefly breast and rings
" Throw your arms around me — Aint you glad you found me "
Still that's hardly strong enough —
Here's a negro (teeth and smile)
Has a dance that's quite worth while
That's the stuff!
(Here's your gin
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