On the chance of smoking under the canopy

of a miserly tree

I would be approached by some

passerby who

impressed with the scene

would say: You know, I don’t smoke

just because the cigarette

animates me wakes me up.

I need to sleep

the many hours that

work the kids the wife

consume daily.

But if it were up to me

,ah if only only oly,

smoke would come smoke would go.

Too bad I don’t have a choice.

 

And I would grunt

Without having been asked:

cof cof cof cigri porco dio.