Sanity Stick

I see them all smoking One cigarette after the other Finding some calm in every drag Some sanity in every puff I once was a smoker myself That shit is nasty Just like life can be So we savour every breath of it Even relish in it's bitterness I started because I was curious Mainly as to why it was so popular The taste, the smell, the sensation All profoundly unlikable I think that's what makes it so good Many say it's the nicotine That makes smoking so addictive They may be right...it is a drug On a psychological level though I think it has always been A bit deeper... The unpredictability of life Is like that bitter-sweet puff stick Full of the bad chemicals of misery Slowly burning with uncertainty And pain The smoke just gives a person One thing... A sense of control And with that control, A simple statement 'You have hurt me So many times life So here is a big middle finger To the pain That is out of my hands'