Poetry in Smoking

An observation on a habit.

Now I don't claim to have any knowledge on the subject,
I've never taken a drag myself.
It fasinates me nonetheless how some can make it seem so poetic,
while others a total mess.
The paper burning back to the filter leaving only ashes in it's wake,
hanging ever so slightly from a lip.
Others so greedy sucking it back,
for any taste of their oh so sweet addiction.
Now I don't claim to have any knowledge on the subject,
and am in no way a fan.
But sometimes it amazes me,
or is it the people behind the smoke that intruge me so,
and everything else is just along for the ride.