Smoker

Sometimes I wish I smoked two packs a day
so that tar may become my fifth humor,
all absorbing and nullifying,
like how all colors lead to brown when mixed together
which coincidently would be the color
I'd hack up every morning
expelling everything that's touched me,
a ritualistic cleansing in the shower
that'd require a chemical cleaner about once a month,
or so I at least think
because really everyone's like fly paper,
and the dullness in your eyes indicates you're almost spent-
what all have you collected
in the time since I last saw you?
I doubt I could handle knowing
until I've met a girl at least twice as nice as you
which I believe may take my entire life
so I guess I shouldn't have asked
without you first agreeing
that the rhetorical is all we have left.