The Human Ashtray Poem by Tom Priestley

Smoke on a chain
Even in the rain
Fingers with yellow stains
Two minutes and I'm off again

The human ashtray strikes again!

A no smoking sign
Can't read because I'm temporarily blind
From the grey and purple haze in my mind
While docking leads to a huge fine

The human ashtray strikes again!

Duty frees and obsession
One after the other in succession
One or the others possession
That smell needs not to be questioned

The human ashtray strikes again!

All day long with hook in mouth
A blast of warmth and then I'm out
Reading warning labels that scream and shout
About the perils of this glorious bout

The human ashtray strikes again!

Another year is prized to go
Everytime I light the overfilled zippo
It's healthier than smack and cheaper than blow
This poem ends with what you already know

The human ashtray strikes again!