From lip to the gutter, what a destiny of cigarette butts,
little round discs, like little round butts.
They're thrown away without thought, without care,
Just like the way we toss our underwear.
Is it due to stubby and smelly we discarded with haste!
Much like the leftovers we leave on our plates.
But oh, what a sight, what a glorious thing,
When we compare them to our very own beings.
For while cigarette butts may be repulsive and mundane,
but our butts bring laughter and joy, without shame.
With a wiggle and a jiggle, they bring us delight,
while cigarette butts just bring pollution and blight.
There are reasons to celebrate our butts with glee,
and leave those poor cigarette butts ' As Is' or to be.
For in the realm of humor and fun,
our butts reign supreme, second to none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem