And belches out green smoke
It's costly and impractical
And causes cancer in your throat
Yet when you get a chance to imbibe it
You can't resist
It's cousin is red and blue
Like Spiderman without the webs
She'll trap you in smog instead
And leave you reeling from a coughing fit
Her best friend is black and white
But not Asian like the panda
Her husband likes it brown
With violet hues in his smoke
And the green smoke sneaks down your throat
Curls up in your lungs
And laughs as you inhale more and more
Let's face it baby, the joke's on you
Each day you die a little
Drowning in a motley haze
Of magical cigarette smoke
The Bilge Master
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