These days, smokers can feel ostracised . . .
I’ve been smoking all me life
And it ain’t done me no harm
I know all about the risks,
But there’s no cause for alarm.
Yeah, I know I look appalling:
All pyritic, hard and vile,
Full of fractures, gnarled and twisted –
Just a foul and sulphurous pile.
It’s so gloomy at these depths
On the ocean floor below;
I don’t s’pose you know I’m here.
I feel ignored, you know.
Come and see me with your robots
If your funding will allow.
But don’t despise us old black smokers –
We’re addicted to it now.