The Thing I Hate About Smokers is the Smoking

It's like doing NASCAR standing,
like boredom's cure
is pollution,
as
if
nothing
matters except
a microscopic buzz,
a tarring of the air,
and the need to fake being so cool,
so cool that the child
in the park
is coughing,
so
cool
that your
cilia dies and
your mucus increases and your
breath smells like a dead cowboy, corpse cow,
a cadaver boy, burnt church,
ash of solipsism,
fuck it
sticks,


but
the problem:
there are others.