Love for a Fag

I wrote this poem in my class today when going through Mr.Kelkar's painful lectures.It's something devoted to all my smoky friends.Hope you all don't criticize this amateur poet's first time poem but do try to understand the deep emotions associated.

One day when my lungs go black,
The heart weakens and the body just slack,
Waiting for people to call me a crack,
Often till then I plan
I will always open a pack.

Blonde blonde hair,slim slim figure,
Soft mushy inside wrapped around with a paper,
Kissing the forehead for the the dancer to appear,
Often still then I say
Yo dude,go be fucked by her.

Life got great
never there came a brake.
All around I saw
faces puzzled like a jigsaw.
Often still then people say
Please throw the thing,you hold in your paw.

Passive love is what she shares
touching people with beautiful black care.
Why should it be that only one enjoy
I am a whore,come let's equally share the joy.
Often still then girls say
Moral degradation is what's a cigarrete's ploy.

But this day I feel
When Mr Ramadoss in front of me kneel.
Begging me to stop this habit
Or else the fags he will prohibit.
Hope someday his prayers be heard
Often till then
You are my delicious wine and bread.