Tobacco Ode

Oh, cigarettes
Ask me for a poem
You make me the best

Smoke - haze of pleasure
Full the air of my nose
It has no measure
Smells like a black rose
Hazy thing
In a hazy mind
Dreams it bring
Are the priceless of mine
Somebody quits
Somebody advise
I'm the Bulls and Knicks
Satisfaction is the price

Smoke the child of death
Philosophy for doctors
Smoke my second breath ...