Sweet Afton

Sweet Afton
oh that carbon stick
your ashes we did flick
Behind school sheds
Passed secretly around smoke filled clouded heads.
Bought in single measures
from a corner store
Balanced now upon an ear
A treasure to adore.
Now a butt of ill repute
A pleasure now replaced
by a scented substitute
With chemicals sweetly laced
But is it just a step too far
To persecute All smokers
When the ball is in the other court
With politicians and stockbrokers.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )