Light Up Poem by Gary Diamond

Light up and kill yourself.
Inhale the taste of the death that hangs
Like a lozange around your dirty throat.
You like it.
We like it.

If you smoke enough your lungs burn out in the
Cancerous fire.
It's better doing something that way
With the risk of death on the glorious way.

It's all good.
Making a choice instead of not making a choice
It's often a guise or a gag.
We don't mind
We'd strain to see it.

I smoke the cigar and the cigarette because it hints at the things I like to occupy myself with.
IT tastes like the clothes smell if I weren't to touch it at all.
We make the choice to drink it down
We make the choice
We make it because there's no fool bigger than those
Who'd do the stupid purely to entertain.

The taste as we shiver in the cold.
It makes a man almost bold.
Perfect in the imperfections
Goading old friend that lost something.
I never did.
I'll forgive those that did.