Please, Put That Cigarette Out

Aren’t the rings so lovely as

They float above your head?

Cuddling the rafters, filling

Every little nook.

Didn’t the aroma of the shop

With all its’ blends fill you head

With silent notions as it set

Its fatal hook?

Pity. There, I said it.

I feel pity for your soul.

That one of your intelligence

Could be so far misled

By the sirens of Virginiawho

Seek no earthly good,

Who manipulate and procreate

With anyone they bed.

And I mean not to be unkind,

Do not want to scream or shout.

I’ll ask you once, then once again,

Please, put that cigarette out.

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