insanity

I love smoking.
Watching other people smoke, the act of smoking, the smell of smoke on a cool morning.
I have not smoked for five years and still it is only recently that it has begun to look foreign to me. That I cannot imagine how to maneuver the cigarette to my mouth without burning myself. Only the last few days, weeks, months, that it looks strange … but still … it smells like some strange elixir floating on the air.

Is it immoral to be glad
To be happy that there are still people drinking
Smoking
The wild, crazy, drunken ones
Straring into one another’s eyes professing love eternal

Is it immoral to be happy that kind of largess still exists?

I love smoking
The kind of crazy welcome insanity
I no longer take part in