I lean over the toaster,
Cig clinging to chapped lip skin,
Tip brushing electric wire,
A burst of smoke, aha!
(My Mam stole my lighter.)
Instead of lovely nicotine
My fringe burns in front of me.
And I wish this was
A witty metaphor
For my ****** life,
A humorous illustration,
But instead it is
Just a woeful addition.