Glass Pipe Blues

The vehicle parked with tires frayed
And voices mumbled from within
Few words are heard, and one's "revenge"
The target hunkered right next door

She just can't hear approaching doom
While firing up the propane torch
Applied slowly to the Pyrex pipe
The wisps of smoke, dilated eyes

She just can't seem to comprehend
The shadow men now by her side
She takes more from her precious pipe
Before they take her for a spin

They drive her to the local pier
Dump her corpse in the churning sea
They snicker as they watch her float
Far from clean, but finally free.