Cigarettes Rule

What is this cancer stick forlorn

with wrap filled plant and medical warn

tis cigarette that talks to thee

rants o're and o're to fill thy need

That dictates drive beneath thy feet

for thou must have post after eat

before thou sleep just one more puff

thy butts to cast regardless guff

Before thou enter no smoking signs

with dogged breath thou dost align

with smoke filled rooms without a care

of second hand fumes that spread from there

To find a light thou hast no shame

another senseless drag the aim

the cougher's breath dost thou ignore

and tar filled lungs be just a bore

While burn filled seats and blanket holes

and ashes fill thy floorboard molds

tobacco fields yield more and more

the reapers yield addictive spore

Thy yellow stained fingers and teeth a waste

thy ash-filled breath with numbing taste

thine eyes with tears from smokey spray

and disregard for others' way

For blow thy smoke it tis thy right

and smoke thou wilt with all thy might

thy great reward for lack of heed

to doctors warn that be to thee

With nicotine thy drug of choice

without a care of raspy voice

nor wilt of skin and xanthous eyes

thy ignorant boast for thou art wise

And rule thy life this whited fags

for thou must take another drag

until thy grave this cigarette rule

and know it's captured another fool