Up in Smoke
I’d bet a batch of raviolis
that you’ve blown your bronchioles
since you’ve gone completely wacko
over hand-rolled fine tobacco.
Your affection for your smoking
that at first was grounds for joking
raises qualms about the rumor
that you’ve found you have a tumor.
I must admit that I find strange.
your haughty refusal to change
that causes worry among your friends
that you’ll come to tragic ends.
To me is seems you must be showing
that your puffing and your blowing
is more important in your life
than your children or your wife.
I wonder if you’ll feel elation
on the day of your cremation
as all of you goes up in smoke.
And that will be your final joke!