Smoker’s Credo

Finger’s perfumed by nicotine
Breath bitter due to tar
Lungs filled with this toxic air

Yet it seduces my senses
Into the realm of temporary calmness

Then I choke
with hope
My head hurts
with fantasies of better life
My eyes entertained
by the smoke dancing in mid-air.

I enjoy
I smile

But when the stick
stops burning

The smoke
will already fade

The perfume
will be gone

My breath
will be clear

And just like that,
I’m back to my old self again.

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