A Cigarrete
A Cigarrete: Drew Lancaster
Its burn in me persued
One drag all I had
Stinging waste sets my plate
While my empty eyes stay glued
Damn that stick of ghost
Breath them in
Spit them out
Disgust of air so others choke
It gives me a thing unseen
Reflection on perception
Converse of suggestion
Doctors thank a blessing
Yet I shall have one more
May though it waste
Depending depth of thought
Pending the time and place
As a child I was told
Don't play with fire
Though now I must
Light my minds desire
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