Peeking to make sure he wasn’t noticed,
Stood the young and dynamic squire
Lighting yet another fire,
The craving seemed too much a dire.
Satisfaction too intense to put to a word,
Too much an advice he’s heard.
How he wished the fag a let go
To keep away from further woe.
His hands too often spoke the fag’s presence,
The mind too often a said a word of penance
With another puff, he let pass the warmth to the inner self
Allowing himself to a fag engulf.
Coughing loud & spitting out a red blob,
He peeked yet again to make sure he wasn’t noticed.
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