An ode to smokers
Endless posibilities of composure, it gives
That small billowing cloud, every smoker believes
For a peso’s worth, what more could be logical
Than indulging in this ritual of slow suicidals?
Nirvana packed in one single stick
Mysterious as to that common wand in magic
A single puff lets out a subtle smile
In submission to this angry denial
Race, religion, status and age
All become irrelevant to this bondage
Oh, noone is free from the fact
That almost each and everyone has emptied a pack
In malls, in airports, in parks, they reserve
A special area for them, who deserve
No other people are given the treat
Of gathering the common in a place they’d all meet
Didn’t you know that this boosts our values
Of sharing the light for someone else to use?
Join, all of you, I invoke
To light up a cigarette, and to banner the smoke!
– ironically.. i don’t smoke. I never do. I just felt like composing this piece of shit while people watching this afternoon. Giatay. Hahaha.
