Faye Sizemore

ODE TO A SMOKE

Your hold on me you’ll never let go
I’ve tried everything I know

In a trunk, I locked you up
But I didn’t have any luck

You got out and hunted me up
Wanting you is whopping my butt

No matter what I do
Cigarette, I dream of you

The doctor told me not to smoke
He said it could make me croak

Oh, oh, your wonderful smoke
It does make me gag and choke

When I die and finally leave this land
They’ll have to pry you from my hand