I used to smoke too much, sometimes thirty,
forty cigarettes a day.
Then I devised a strategy to stop.
I would imagine that the cigarette was my cock.
Do you really want to do this, I would
ask myself, flame poised on tobacco tip.
Do you really want every intake of breath
to mean an incrementally smaller member?
This, in a roundabout way, is my explanation of
how I stopped smoking cigarettes and
began smoking telephone poles.