All Puffed Up

You think you’re smoking when you’re smoking
Sucking on that ciggie
Envisioning Greta Garbo
The classic look of Twiggy

That puff you make when you intake
Inside your Astin Martin
Is just about as glamorous
As if you sat there fartin’

So go, I say, and smoke away
Stink up that brand new car
Your phlegm could one day patch a roof
When you cough up that tar