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?