Light up the tip and watch it burn anew,
tobacco smoke so pure and white hot blue.
Flavors so dense the mouth can chew,
relief from the pain and stain of life we knew.
To sit and ponder every breath seems taboo.
But what else is there to contemplate or do?
So it makes no sense to read your silly review,
this glorious stoge in my hand you give a 91 or 2.