Have you ever seen those shows
When someone is hypnotised
And bites happily into an onion
Right before your eyes
They munch and crunch this tasty veg
Savouring the pungent taste
They cannot get enough of it
Nothing is left to waste
Can you imagine if on this show
Someone was given a little white stick
That contained dried out foul smelling leaves
Which was lit just like a wick
It was suggested to them for the rest of their life
These sticks they must smoke on and on
Until all of the hope that they had
Like their health and spirit, all gone
Would you believe it possible?
Or would this be stretching credulity
Far, far beyond its natural limits
Into the realm of absurdity
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