Cigarette Jonser Underworld

Addictions really are like this...

I'm having a sino-atrial blasting cap implosion
within the ventricular hell-house of erosion
gulping down tankfuls of green cheese
polluting the azure streams of sleaze

While trying to fulfil, this longing of my gill-
-You gotta light?

Say, isn't that Al? Alveoli, eating John Wayne's Apple pie?
Tar and feather him
on a sado-masochistic whim

I'm just trying to fulfil, this longing of my gill-
-You gotta light?

Standing at the central nervous bus station
Spasmodically crying out for emancipation
There's nothing left in the larder
so like any other toxic martyr

I shriek:
YOU GOTTA LIGHT?!?

My brain is stuttering, farting and sputtering
All the while, I'm muttering

You gotta light? You gotta light?

I must be a nico-phile
Damn right I'd walk a mile
I can't bear this lonely neon night
With my cable-cords drawn tight

OH GOD! ANYONE!

YOU GOTTA FREAKING LIGHT!?!

Oh...
Puff. Puff.
Thanks!
Ah...

Author's Note

Very silly, I know. Just making fun of my very nasty habit.

Reviews

[masqued_muse]

Yah, I have it, too. But, for now....it has me. Consensual as it is....it prolly feels very violated....lol.
Good introspection....Night.
masqued-muse