Jaded tobacco flakes in wrapped yellow candy paper,
White and appalling in visual imagery,
Dunloped to high degrees of compression,
Forming tetra inch sticks,
Of ashen grey crusty powder,
Thoroughly malnourished and stale,
A recipe for unending doomsday,
An aftermath of human greed,
Accentuating lecherous desires of eating smoke,
Bitter and contaminated ash,
Ignited by a host of sleazy gadgetry,
Wooden sticks of leaded match,
Producing derogatory clouds of white air,
Floating with fetid fragrance; low vitality,
With occasional buts of red coal falling down,
Diffusing into soft powder,
Carcinogenic to several glands of the living organism,
Chronologically spreading its ghastly effect,
To millions of mouths consuming it,
Chewing it; blowing it; relishing it,
Stitching webs of longevity forever,
Succumbing to something as inconsequential,
As a portable cylinder of pressed tobacco,
Withering mankind to caves of self destruction,
Rendering it the worst of its kind.
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