Ode to My Final Cigarette

O slow suicide,
laced with pesticide.
You left me wheezing,
and often sneezing,
out of breath,
coughing "half to death."

O coffin nail, reviled,
making me exiled.
Forced outside,
my habit to hide.
By law and decree,
that none indoors should see.

O smoke, my last,
your time has passed.
Down to the end,
no more time will I spend,
puffing your kin,
staining tooth and skin.

O dangerous and addictive weed,
more of you, I do not need.
So out with your ember glow,
to the ashcan you will go.
The last of your kind,
to poison this body and mind.