CRAVING
Oh loathsome little length of poison paper.
How you decieve me in this fatal caper.
Your brothers and sisters lay wasted in a
smouldering heap.
The sight of my own folly makes me want to weep.
You bite my tongue and squeeze my chest.
You dominate my day and steal my rest.
Oh foul filcher of my God given breath.
Begone from my sight, ere you cause my death.