Hear my words, heed my wisdom,
from cigarette butt, that’s been pissed on,
I’m your pain, suck me in,
to ensure, both loss and win,
double-standard, twice the price,
a human life, is made of vice,
crush me out, then replace,
with the same old; sordid chase,
of broken dreams, stink the house,
not so pure, you cosmic mouse,
a hollow crown, goes up in smoke,
both wizened slack and new boy woke,
it’s not my fault, I’m man-made,
though I blacken lung, you make the shade!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2025 08:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Another bit of surrealist reflection here, quite like a previous poem of mine entitled "Coke Can", though, instead of a coke can speaking, you have a very damp cigarette butt telling the story in a more authoritative tone. Again, we really do need to improve our operation as a species, I hope that you enjoy this sonnet, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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A personification of a cigarette speaking to a person (but I take it society) that we have not the wisdom to do what is best for us and in fact do exactly what will be the end of us. A warning and caution to be more cognizant of what we do.
Thanks for the read and for your lovely words sorenbarett, they are very much appreciated, and you have certainly got the gist of the message.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome it is my pleasure. Have a wonderful day
I had my last cigarette on 16th October 1982. Fine words Ben.
I hope all is well with you.
Andy
Thanks for the read and for your lovely words Andy, also I congratulate you on being 43 years smoke free too.
I hope that I am getting better, and I hope that all is well with you too.
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