This Is Not a Pipe

This is not a pipe I can see that No bite, or burn, marks It’s just a piece of art Nothing you can get a grip on A pipe is made for smoking I keep mine stored away, haven’t used them for a long time I remember a pipe, stuffed with gunpowder from a children’s playgun Suprised me that pipe - didn’t see the little rascals for quite some time What is a pipe worth, if it isn’t a pipe? A memory is like a picture of a pipe It doesn’t exist I can open the drawer Pick up the pipe Ceci n’est pas une pipe