SMOKY

We breed them to burn them
We treat them as our luxuries
In turn, it burns us when we churn them
Giving us smoke from its ripe bellies
Yes, we kill ourselves like this
Yeah I know, many do not like this
Matches in the hand Cigar in between the lips
We play with it and get some great kicks
But what's life for just to fill time
And we are doing it our own way
Smoke we do to kill some time
And let others have a healthy say
No smoking I would never say
As it gave some moments to sway
Let's have it not at the cost of others lives
Let's face it that it is not liked by our own wives