Given my artless surroundings, it seems my contemporaries think I should be embarrassed about what they don't understand. And so at their wish, as a necessary form of masochism, I'm considering taking up smoking as a pastime.
So I put the question to you, and don't worry, I will measure your response by its artlessness, and thus despise myself further,
Is this the right course to take?
Bear in mind the neigh'sayers (I'm expecting a riposte from many a horses mouth)... will likely find themselves scorned, given, a) the artlessness of their reproaches for such an activity, and b) my determination to infuriate those who think they know better, since those same people really are the most artful of all prosaics, who quite frankly need an artistic slap in the face.
I'm becoming hastily sickened by your artlessness but you'd still rather I digest it all myself. Hence why...
I Better take up smoking.
And when in hospital bed with a screaming heart,
just dying to be
Don't be fooled.
If this kind of masochism is
the only way,
then it is better
to be alive now,
so to regret later on...
1, Smoking hasn't been banned
2,"Smoking is not a rational, informed choice of adulthood. Eighty percent of smokers start as teenagers as a result of intense peer pressure." As I have posited, quite on the contrary, its a rational deduction, given our surroundings; a slow process of self-immolation.
3, Thankfully I'll still be free/classified old enough to still be able to necessarily intoxicate myself.
quite a time,
to get to know people,
smoke many a packet of cigarettes
till you raise
that wonderful word
from the deep artesian
-Mayakovsky, 'Talking with the taxman about poetry'