John Thorkild Ellison - A Cigarette

I'd like to be the cigarette
You stub out in the tray,
You've had your kicks it's plain to see
And I have had my day,
But once you really wanted me
And where there's smoke there's fire,
The lipstick on me shows I was
Your object of desire!

John Thorkild Ellison

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