As I Quit To Smoke

Warm, Soothing, Habituous Ciggarette,

Why do you persist

To hurt me how I like it

As if I’m a slow impassionate masochist ?

You waste my money,

and build me up and break me down,

because i’m only ever happy,

when you happen to be around

Unfortunately though I smell to those that don’t

smoke, so perhaps I should stop

and find something animate and human

that leaves more of an impression on me than a chesty cough

Okay your less of a chore than wife

or girlfriend, but you see

as I quit to smoke,

I’m not judged but praised indefinately.

So why can’t I stop being with you?