By Chaz Lebel
It makes life livable, though it can take it away.
My salvation comes one pack a day.
I don't need drugs and I don't need hash.
I just breathe deep the taste of ash.
The smoke dances round as it leaves my lips,
Back and forth like a lover's hips.
I watch it bend, and I watch it curl
Into beautiful shapes as it unfurls.
Think it'll kill me? I wish it would do me the favor.
There's worse in life than a little flavor.
Think this is dangerous? You should see me drive.
I'm the guy on the freeway doing ninety-five.
No seatbelt on, but in my hand
Is a great fiery stick of the cheapest brand.
Four bucks a pack, my lungs don't care,
Just gimme my nic and my polluted air.
You want me to quit? Go to hell, no way.
I need my salvation, one pack a day.