Can’t smoke cigarettes
so you turn up the music instead.

Funny how people smoke
fully aware it will kill them.
The funny part isn’t that.
That’s the best thing smoking could do.
The punchline is reserved
For those who choose
To quit and live the rest of their life with a hole in their throat.
The day I have a hole in my throat is the day I stuff it with cigarettes and light them all at once.
But the really funny part is when it kills you slowly. Makes you wrench in agony on your deathbed. Pooling sunken skin down to the bedrock of regret, and still, all you want is that cigarette you’ll never get. That’s when big tobacco companies get their paycheck. Bazinga.

Smoking doesn’t make you deep and artistic and tough. Tunes change when drugs run out of infected brains along with all of its imaginary gains—weighing you down in chains only more drugs can unlock. Wanna talk about tough? Take stock in people who live sober. Not cuz they’re nobler. Or cuz they pick four leaf clovers and rid the gardens of gophers…