The smokers
are killing themselves
puffing away madly
in the alley
and flicking butts
like little missles
as if it’s the end
of the world…
Flower pots are not immune
from their attack
nor are tidy hedges
& lawns–tossing around
these vulgar
exclamation marks
and lighting another–
But, after all, it’s
their lungs and somebody’s
making a ton of money
off their expensive purchases
and the state makes
plenty of tax…and
I can’t get too mad
because I have to admit
I used to be one.