Let Me Be Your Marlboro Man

Let me be your Marlboro man,

With a cigarette in his hand,

Say you'll come to dinner.

We can both fit on my horse

I’ll have you for dessert

So I won’t need a second course.

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Let me be your Marlboro man.

I’ll let you ride my horse,

He’s big and strong and trots along

No need to be alarmed,

Don’t want that? Then you can walk

I was hoping you’d be charmed.

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Let me be your Marlboro man,

Enough of playing around,

If you can’t make up your mind

About where you want to be,

Then you can just go to hell

There are plenty of others out there for me.

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[Author’s note: While walking along the beach yesterday, I passed this macho-looking guy who was smoking a cigarette. The smell of the cigarette lingered, intoxicating. For some reason, it reminded me of the Marlboro Man.

The Marlboro Man is a figure that was used in tobacco advertising campaigns for Marlboro cigarettes. In the United States, where the campaign originated, it was used from 1954 to 1999. He personified the myth of the great American hero, alone against nature, unencumbered by any social restraints or relationships.

I came back and wrote this nonsensical poem. I must have been thinking about dating prior to his, and the two just came together.

I always have to have rhyme, but I am trying to work up to a free-form poem, so this only has rhyme in lines four and six of each stanza.]

Till next time,

Calvin