A Poem

First they came for the weed,
And I did not speak out
Because I'm not a dirty hippy.
Then they came for the cigarettes,
And I did not speak out
Because I hate that smell.
Then they came for the trans fats,
And I did not speak out
Because I was too hungover.
Then they came for beer,
And there was no one left
To speak for beer.

-With apologies to Niemoller.