Burn Away.....

With every puff I take

I burn away something

Maybe a part of my life

Maybe some of my internal problems

Some of the conflicts with others

And anything that bothers 

I calm down with every blow of Smoke.

That I leave out my mouth 

I may not be considered as couth

But I feel happy and content

Void of any more evil intent

All my hatred blows away, with all my Pain.

In this smoke-filled cancerous rain

What good is a long life filled with Strife

Better to live a small one, filled with

Happiness and smile.