I sit here smoking what I like to be token. Breathing it in. Blowing circles. Thinking. Sometimes drinking when I do. Trouble circling around me, I don't care cause I'm smoking. Started this thing sometime ago. I really don't want to stop. It's addictive. It calls my wallet and I have to buy it sometimes. I share the pain with my friends. I pass them around and smoke them to the end. Of time. Choking never... taking it in what ever. Oh it bothers you, what can I say. I don't want to go outside. It's my vise, taking to the heights of my indulgence. Puff, puff... sometimes it's not enough. I start over. Sometimes it makes me high. I know I'm destined to die. So let me choke. Smoke what I wrote in that letter. It says so on the side. Take this thang in stride. Cigarettes kill.