A Writer’s Light

I don’t smoke

It never really appealed to me

Though

I first tried a cigarette at the age of 7

Yea, the spoils of a father who smokes and throws

The half lit light out the bathroom window

Coughing and sputtering it lost its appeal

Instantly

It looks good you know, a lighted stick

Some pouted lips

But

The taste, the smell, the reeking hell

No

Not my thing, though

I like to hold things in my hand you know

Long and slim

The only thing

You will see,

Smoking hot and ridged in glee

Is a pen

I’d say it’s far more lethal than any bloody ciggie

Any day 😉