A tobacco fiend has a heart like a blackened ashtray
They breathe in poison and spew it back out on you
When the smokescreen clears
See empty holes where character should be
View their cancered mind and choke on their stink smell
Taste the utter bitterness of their mouths
and then watch as they stamp you out
as casually as a butt on the sidewalk.
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