“Cigarette Stench” (poem)

This was written 19 July 2018. It is day two of my current poetry writing streak.

It smells like cigarettes,

I think from the guy,

it’s really gross,

but, hey, it’s not my life.

Doesn’t make it smart,

but still, who am I

to regulate another’s choice

Unless it also affects me?

There’s a line,

somewhere, on what can

and cannot be

Chosen for others,

And this, I think,

cannot.

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