$omewhat in a cloud or haze
As to how so many, still today, are fooled into thinking
we are FREE from slavery.
So long as we smoke the stick of death poisoning ourselves
and others – a slow and painless suicide – not tax-FREE, in the least.
Tobacco fumes, smoke, second-hand smoke, chokes.
Bitter litter, more litter, evermore bitter — when Life is for rejoicing.
Cigarettes only bring you down – down in the hell we’ve created
for our lonely, imperfect selves. A kick in the butt – YOU are the real fags.
Where is there room for rejoicing?
Black hearts – black lungs – we are still slaves.