Aluminium

Halfway between the equator and the north pole
I stepped outside to negotiate a cigarette
The smoke was my old friend
But even it was taking bets
I could see the stars
While standing there deciding between the ice and sand
My sight was stymied by 17-year locusts
My ears tuned to a 14-year band
I could be a mustached ambassador
I could make a decision and not come back this way
The wind whispered some soft advice
And I’ll be damned if it did say:
Make your short-term decision with long division
Shoot at the polar bears, or live with the injuns
Pick your climate zone it’s only a step away
Either way the stars look the same today