written, in fine print,
emblazoned on the emblem
of my pack of
Marlboro cigarettes;
a distant declaration
of ownership -
the silent dictator that is
a tobacco filled paper stick,
which rules so many
helpless slaves of consumership...
"I came," industrious;
"I saw," an addictive need;
"I conquered," a market
that spans invisible borders:
asserting an unquestioned authority.
In front of me lies an
Empire of smoke, and I
don my lighter,
purse my lips,
bow my head,
cup my hands,
to receive the igniting knightdom
of my unruly master, once again.