THE PERFECT SUBSTITUTE
Do not provide me with suggestions
On how to smoke cigarettes
As I've told you, I don't inhale-
It Never leaves me with regret.
And being inside a whorehouse
And talking about shares in a whore
When you advise me not to light
A half-used cigarette
You surprise me more and more
Being concerned just about my health
You are unaware of the hidden resemblance
Between a smoker of my kind
And a customer of your kind;
As I don't inhale a cigarette
It doesn't touch my lungs
The same as how it never bothers your soul
When you buy your share of a whore.
Or just think about the most perfect substitute
For an unfinished cigarette in the dustbin!
Can't you see the hovering all around us?
Can't you filter a simile from around us?
Every time you claim to finish a cigarette
You always find a 'filter' larger-than-before
Having your hold on it. . .
Having still smoke in it. . .
But it's no longer as pure
As it was a few puffs before,
Holding a cigarette by the filter
Have you ever imagined a whore?
(17 March 2013)
