Cigarette. Oh, cigarette. Why do you treat me so?
My love for you is so entwined; can't ever let you go.
As the smoke curls 'round my locks and circles 'round my ear,
The power of the smoke and its magic when inhaled,
Seductive is the smoker's realm; a power that draws one near,
And then, the fingers, nicotine stained and yellow teeth appear,
Cigarette burns form patina earns on every place laid down,
Nicotine. Oh, nicotine. Why do you do me this way?
Your taste is gone. Bitter tobacco caught in teeth to spat on.
The whiskey bottle, cigarette and unsteady wobble,
Cigarette. Oh, cigarette you will be the death of me.
Cough, cough and cough some more. Another cancer stick.
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After being hauled in by the cops at the ripe old age of seven 9/8/16