Bad Poetry about Cigarettes

Smoke rises from a butt,

Filling the room with a 

Nostalgic glow.

 

Full of things that

Kill. Yet surrounded by people you

Love. A contradiction.

 

A contradiction of warm breath and

Black lungs. Like a pig on a PVC

Pipe. A horror.

 

Cars parked in a 

Parking lot. Lovers on a 

Roof. Fleeting and beautiful.

 

Such is life.