Smoker

I billowed calmly as a cloud
Upon a course for acid rain, 
When in the fog of smoking crowd, 
My lungs collapsed in searing pain.

Full of soot and black with tar, 
I coughed in vain for chest to clear; 
At least my lungs had got this far 
Despite my years of toxic air.

But Smokers’ Lounge was home to me, 
Where fellow addicts puff with joy: 
Our pipes in hand, all friends are we, 
Let’s fine cigars now share, my boy! ’

So gasp away ! my motto cries, 
And light another cigarette
Before a further smoker dies, 
Which happens often – you can bet! ’