In Defense of the Cigarette

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The good people,
the Best people,
the church-going, law fearing,
happy, successful, corporate people
(doctors, lawyers, and billionaires)
all say that this pure Organic tobacco cigarette
is a dirty, inferior thing
which will lead to lost productivity, addiction,
nightmare LSD trips,  anarchy, meth,
then an oxygen tank and a horrible death.

Well I say to these people,
the same kinda people who used to sell us candy smokes
and cartoon Joe Camel,
who to harvest this very plant imported beautiful black people
like so many cattle,
who now upon the good folk of countless lands
like Thailand cruelly trammel
(while keeping the masses of America and her allies high
on fossil fuels, nacho cheese, and lots of caffeine.)

I say:
chaos isn't obscene but natural and inevitable,
and the world ain't as simple as the computers, elections,
 weapons, and machines y'all control.
You corrupt fucks think you've got our number,
but here's what's up:
fuck the super-rich
and their thugs with badges and tanks,
their gavels like medieval swords,
their opium TV full of phat cribs, saved souls,
happy patriotic lies, and "cool" skate-boarders.

Native Americans have wisely smoked tobacco for thousands of years:
the world wants moderation and harmony
not more crazy, totalitarian laws.
Our number, the number of humaternity,
 is the sublime 5446

We have no fear
 cause your oily, oily "nucular" empire has a FATAL flaw
so bring your ugly worst.

All I got is a pen and a cigarette;
just used the fucking first.
Now watch me

!!!!LIGHT IT UP!!!!

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KOLKOREKOLKOREalmost 16 years ago
playing a Russian roulette "in moderation"...

Sorry my friend, it's the addiction talking. What moderation? You get addicted, you get sick, you die a terrible death. You can't play a Russian roulette "in moderation"...