For my sins I smoke outside.
Some people never smoked and died.
When I die will I go to Hell?
You’d have no trouble getting a light there.
Heaven has fresh air.
The wind tries to blow out my lighter.
I look forward, things will be brighter.
I don’t believe in hypnotism, I want a certain cure.
I don’t smoke gangster cigarettes, I am too pure.
Choose your way of wasting money.
Freedom isn’t funny.
Well, not really.
Its touchy feely.
Now my trousers are falling down.
I am an unofficial clown.
Why do I smoke, to ease the pain.
Its subtly comforting, life has its strain.
Do as I say, not as I do.
My advice to you.
As Sherlock Holmes said, I haven’t got a clue.
My sins are scarlet, or maybe slightly pink.
I also drink.
Smoking costs me most.
I am the holy ghost.
Who burned the toast?
Why should I impose on you this infliction?
Its all to do with my addiction.
8th November, 2018