You death dealer
Taker of men
modern Grim Reaper
your smoke rids me of my pain
And again I've lost the battle to your ‘poised’ silhouette
Many have lost the fight
To your child... Cancer
But now I'm not afraid
I was at your door before
Why should I be scared?
I am angry yet delighted that's your fumes disgust them
And your presence distracts them
But I light a cigarette
And again I dance the same tune
I am not in love with you
Instead grant me my wish
And I'll be grateful
To dance with you till the very end
My dangerous and lovely and only friend