Bum’s Delight
The stubby fingers searched the pocket,
in the moonlight, ferreting out treasure.
It wasn’t a ruby or golden locket,
just a discarded butt for his smoking pleasure.
The filter tip was stained with lipstick,
but that was of little concern
‘cause it would be gone so quick,
for with second-hands there’s little to burn.
Carefully the remnant is smoothed out
to a length of about two inches.
Not a lot to shout about
but it’ll soothe the nicotine pinches.
The wooden match crackles to fire
and the ragged end starts to glow.
Now the “finder”, not the “buyer”
draws in steady and slow.
Half is taken in just one drag
and savored for its taste.
Another throw away fag
that will experience no waste.
One more pull from his chapped lips
and gone is the pocket treasure.
Now just a charred, stained filter tip
remains from his smoking pleasure.
Submitted for 'The Moonlight' challenge from Mud Hen
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2008 AlwaysMyWords
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