On smoking

The stench is finally embarrassing. I wheeze and whistle and cough. Lots of things are yellow now. Let me count the ways. mmmm?mmm.. at least 9 You got yer ass stains, wiener marks, earwax, spittle, drool, and vomit, boogers, snot, and blood, sweat, tears. Then there's spills and cats and dogs and varmints. The vermin ain't bad for we've many spiders. (they would only bite Pilgrim) But, damn I'm a slob. a dirty dirty dirty slob And what do I do? I coat the filth with nicotine goo. There's a Catch 22. When I smoke, I'm on break. I don't have to do anything. I can't clean, I'm smokin'. I'll do somethin' after this cigarette. But there's twenty of those little fuckers in a pack. And when that pack is gone, I'll get me a new one. And I do. Forever?