Gone.

A flick of the thumb.

Cigarette.

"Still here?"

Silence.

"WELL FUCK OFF WILL YE?"

Silence.

"I NEVER WANTED YE TO DIE ANYWAY YE SELFISH FUCK!"

Silence. A cough.

"I never wanted ye to die, ye fuckin' bastard."

Silence from the grave. More whiskey.

Superheroes

A wave of night flows over me
I am shrouded in shadow
Encased in darkest black
Falling faster than
I can remember
And I start thinking
About my parents
And how I love them
And all that trivial shit
You never care about
When you're a kid
'cause you're too busy
Playing superheroes
Spiderman at breakfast
Batman at lunch
Superman at dinner
Then you wake up
And realise
Someone's spilled your pint.

Compulsive

You never see compulsive healthy eaters. You know...

The guy that wakes up craving celery. 

The guy who needs an apple before he can get up in the morning. 

The midnight snacker desperate for a carrot. 

The fresh fruit fanatic. 

Where are they?

Have they all been swallowed by the burger chompers?

Trampled to death by a stampede of meat industry employees hungry for another kill?

Perhaps they merely exist offscreen, away from the media's grasping hand. Not newsworthy, and hence obliterated from all reported existence.