To smoke or not to smoke

Whether ’tis better in the mind to endure

The pains and needles, the cramps that kill you

Or to tie one’s arms so that they stop shaking

reaching for an invisible cigarette.

The heartache, the pain, the suffering

when glimpsing a trail of smoke

is no man business except his own

To smoke or not to smoke

To live or not to live

To die or not to die

To breathe or not to breathe.

Where is the lighter?

Where is the suicidal ally?

Where is the ashtray?

Where is the coffin?


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