I swear the smoke that comes off a cigarette could densely fill more than the pack of itself and another
Why must we inhale so much smoke, why must the smoke be so filling to our needs
Consoling us as if were children, the smoke coddles us into a stupor
A drunk, stimulated and growing force of nature that puffs his way to freedom
The clouds are a wreck with so much smoke, my smoke is way up into the heavens
And my troubles along with it, go further with my feelings oh smoked belly feelings
Go as far as you can and leave me alone with myself
Tell my ancestors up there that I’ll give it up, I want to give it up
Oh ancestor thee is tired of toiling and boiling help me give in to life more
Instead of placing smoke as the grand pleasure it is not
The readily available grand illusion, just a spark and you are there
Wisping in the wisps of luxurious leisure, the pleasing smoke abuse
Disgruntles me and makes me radical all at once
Just one more and I will have the edge, more like go off the edge
The cravings put me at the precipice, do I or don’t I?
As if my body is craving it more than the real, I am
Maybe the I am is the answer, I am enough, I am fully empowered, I will suffice
Forget the illusion of I need, you want and you might just have it, but no
I’m asking for peace from it but its at war with me, a full scale war, they are sending in the little cig fighter jets and carton aircraft carriers
Guilty and shameless board members from Marlboro say send a full battalion of 15 cigs a day down his throat we will win this war by nightfall
I just hope my willpower soldiers and mind helicopters are strong enough to outlast them