Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Deathstick


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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