It is burning and burning to burn him
as a parasite
It is sucking all his energy and days too
He is thinking with that burning cigar
That cigar thinking to burn him into ashes
He bought his own death and
Inviting others to his hell
In his rotten spoiled lungs
It fills its poison to collapse him
Though it is a poison and
though it is an invitation to his cruel death
He is smoking with love
With the same love that cigar will smoke him
one day in his funeral
Both, He and his cigar will open The Devil's gate
In the wide spread Nicotine net
We will be hung as insects of smoke
