When I lit up
You waved the air
And coughed your disapproval
I moved away
Outside your car belched
Along with a thousand others
I chocked and fanned the air
But you stayed
Pouring out your poison
Fogging the poor air
We both wear a dirty habit
Mine carries a government health warning
Yours is appetisingly encouraged
Sleek models selling sleek models
I never saw a cigarette stolen or otherwise
Ram raid a shop
Or in the hand of some drunk
Mow down some innocent