Hamlet Parody

The Tragedy of Cigarette, Prince of Dunhill

 

To smoke or not to smoke – is it still a question?

Whether tis healthier in the lungs to burn in

the tar and nicotine of chain smoking or to take light

from a sea of Hippos, and by a spark, flame ‘em. To put out, to kill

no more – and kill in order to avoid the restless breathing

and the million cases of lung cancer that leads to ones deferment –

the way to relinquish life, easily to be wished. To put out, to kill –

the ash by tray, a time to breath. Holy sh*t, there’s the filter.

For in that unlighted cigarette, blankness stares upon when we

have driven out the goal in life – to smoke oh to smoke. There’s

 the move that made suffering so eternal but not waving through the underworld.

For who would waste two pesos, the pack by forty, the intense and doubtful smell

now stuck to uniform, and for more sh*t in thy cavemen stalagmite’s and tite’s.

When anyone with heavy gold willingly expend the cigarette, which has become a

medic to thee.

To huff and puff beneath an influential life and the company which is found,

 Thus friends do make smoke forever. To smoke is better than never.

In this intention they do it for you.

Sticks and fogs have begun to entice.

They are calling me to...

yo-C