It's a deathstick smoked with certitude,
by a vast assorted multitude.
Least concerned with the risks are they,
allege the results of many a survey.
As it burns from tip till end,
End of a journey it portends.
As it goes from ashes to dust,
One's inside it incrusts.
knowing this well, they're loath to miss,
the enticing deathstick's deadly kiss.
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