When there was nothing left to burn
I set myself on fire
Holding it strong between my fingers
I lit the cigarette of desire
As nicotine overwhelmed my mind
Words began to unwind
And here I am, with no shame
Writing poetry, up in flame
There’s something mad in the puff
That makes you bear even the cough
Feel the smoke dance in front
Feel the blaze of the blunt
Forget the sorrow and the joy
Feel the magic of this toy
Those who say it kills before time
Ask them, friend, are you divine?
And those who ask:
To smoke or not to smoke
Ask them: To hope or not to hope?
- Syed Ali Abbas Zaidi: Plastic Tearz – An Insight
Disclaimer: Smoking is injurious to health. It causes cancer of all sorts and you should ‘nt really smoke, please. This was just a poetic rambling, of a smokin’ poet 
. Dont use any portion of this stupid poem as a justification to kill yourself (like you will live forever without it , HAHAHA)
