Slow Motion Poem by Dorsey Baker

I smell that cigarette
burning in the ashtray
I don't like the smell
I'd rather smell
the heavy aroma of a
cigar flooding the room
with its smoke
As I look out of my window
I see its starting to rain
and the wind
is starting to blow heavy
I am sitting in
a comfortable chair
and that is where I
want to stay for a while
I don't feel like moving
or getting up
and going anywhere
the energy level of my body
is low
this morning
and also my tolerance
for things
I don't feel much like doing!