A Cigarette Betrayed

I’m living in anticipation With other cigarettes who are also growing impatient We’re waiting Praying To be the next chosen one Now, the door opens and we’re soaked by the light of the sun Screams of “PICK ME!, PICK ME!” She plucks me from the bunch; I’ve never felt so free Straight from the prison she sticks my butt in her mouth, which is odd Now, she puts a flame in my face and sets me on fire, OH MY GOD! But hold the phone, this feels great I wish I could tell the fellas back in the pack their fate She takes me out of her mouth and holds me with two fingers She blows my smoke in the air where, for a couple seconds, it lingers She taps my back, a feeling so good it might be a sin Some embers of mine fall to the ground and disappear with the wind After 5 minutes of pure bliss She once again pulls my butt off her lips Smoke, as usual, flows into the daylight I’m waiting for the taps and for the embers to take flight But instead, she suddenly flicks me away without a sound I fly through the air, drop, and crash on the ground No big deal, It was certainly an accident At least I’m still lit Then as I look up I see the sole of her shoe driving down All I can do is stare and frown She crushes me on the asphalt Then smears me around; sprinkling the wound with salt I disintegrate to ash How could she just treat me like trash? I thought that feeling would last forever But I guess you decided, for no evident reason, it was time to sever I’ve been betrayed Alone I wither and decay.