Past days lie like squashed out cigarette butts
Inside the stinking ashtray ..what a mess!
I pick up another fresh stick to caress
The ashes its friends have left behind
The tobacco sticks to help me unwind
Indeed the wondrous majestic mythical phoenix
shall never fly out of the ash-tray as I pick up sticks
My dear readers this post mayn't be nice to read
A spark in misery hope shining bright I love the world
I wonder why men fight men with sticks n sword
Merry Christmas is around the corner with all grandeuer
The phoenix IS THERE it is flying here and everywhere!!
(Smoking kills/smoking causes cancer)