I LOVE TO LITTER!

I LOVE TO LITTER!


A clean parking lot I have found,
to leave my wrapper all around.
My suicide sticks I must  reveal, 
leaving litter for others is my deal!

Aromas, a fresh, I must repair,
as I puff cancer for your air.
Drags of death I must take,
so litter for others I can make!

To exhale smoke, of circles round,
proves my talent to be sound.
My array of butts are such delight,
the litter for others is very light!

Though, to litter is not right,
one by one I did ignite.
My box, in a chain, I did deplete,
the littered lot is now complete!