It’s poison what I pull into my lungs,
Honeyed savory poison in my lungs,
I roll the smoke; Delicious on my tongue
The noose tightens slowly as I am hung
Warn me not of the dangers of a smoke,
How it lingers and the money it took,
for the hassle it takes to write a book
is blown far away by the time you look.
A loyal masseuse it soothes the body,
a calm mentor smoothes everybody,
Don’t look down on the pleasures of tobacco,
If I don’t smoke, I’ll likely go psycho.