Your a smoker.

A poem by Phil Rot.

Your a smoker.

by Phil Rot

You flick your lighter

You take a drag

Profound thoughts fill your mind

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You take a break from work to smoke a cigarette

You form bonds with your coworkers who also smoke

People wave the smoke away as they pass you

You hate them

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You buy a twenty two dollar pack of Maverick Menthol 100s (nice)

They are on sale

You tap the pack of cigarettes against your wrist

You pull out a fresh ciggie and light it up

You inhale the smoke

You feel satisfied

You blow smoke into society’s gay air

And you think about something

It feels like an accomplishment

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You go to dinner with your family

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom

On your way back, you step outside to smoke a cigarette

When you get back to the table, your mom asks what took you so long

But she knows of course she fucking knows

She’s just trying to make you feel small

You’re a smoker

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You leave in the middle of your grandfather’s eulogy to light up what the Brits in merry olde England call a fag

You see your uncle David’s new girlfriend outside and she asks for a light

You have an affair with Uncle David’s new girlfriend

The affair lasts seven months

Uncle David is suspicious but he never calls it out because he’s a big fucking pussy and he hates her anyways

“Thanks for taking that BPD bitch off my hands,” he probably wants to say

Looks like she’s your problem now

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You smoke outside the nightclub

You smoke outside the airport

You smoke outside of a Starbucks and a pair of old women scowl at you

A man in wraparound Oakley’s says, “You should quit while you’re young” as he passes you outside the Conoco 7-Eleven

You flick your cigarette into a puddle of gasoline

You flick your cigarette into the open bed of a White 2023 Sierra pickup

You flick your cigarette out your car window on the freeway

You flick your cigarette into the face of a teenage girl outside the mall

You flick your cigarette off the top of a Heritage Hotel in South Florida

You bum a cigarette from a Chinese guy in a white parka outside the mall

He gives it to you begrudgingly because he, like you,

Is a smoker

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You try quitting but it’s too hard

It’s better to just remain a smoker

You go all in

You buy vintage cigarette company memorabilia

You make friends with high ranking members of the tobacco lobby

You become a smoker’s rights advocate

You testify before Congress

You singlehandedly lower the legal age of nicotine purchasing from 21 to 17

You are a hero to teenagers across South Florida

You get invited to secret smoking parties

Where people smoke indoors

You master the art of observing both the cigarette and the ‘you’ observing the cigarette

As long as you keep smoking, you will experience heightened levels of consciousness

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You lose your sense of self

You assume the mental posture of the Divine Falcon

You travel through multiple universes experiencing life as the cosmic observer

You become one with Thee Endless

Its Who you were all along

You are a smoker

You are a God