We hide behind a smoke screen that portrays intellect, ego
and the world travelers' subtle arrogance.
It's our cosmopolitan watermark.
Charming the smoke like a snake
no, no apple.
We hold our cigarette in a very special and unique manner
an expression of art
and through it we make it our own.
Like a fountain pen in the writer's hand
With it we chisel our life in black ink tears
over rolling paper white.
And for you, dear quitters
post-mortem cough fakers
hovering flies outside of our coffee shops.
You can keep on faking the cough that you so loudly parade
when you run into us, sidewalk smokers
We won't reply or complain on your lack of social adaptation
we can't.
We are too busy flirting with the world
drowned in mouthfulls of that misterious and charming smoke
gray sometimes
like the vapor state of stockings.
Yes, the smoke is all you'll see.
-update 6/11/11 been smoke free for almost 4 years
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