Cigarette Anyone?

Why once in a blue moon do I crave a silly cigarette? As if a drag or two will shave the edge off my frayed mind. It calls to me, "Come on, you need me. Give us a kiss and inhale!" I'm like, "Whatever for? I don't even smoke." (ha...) I guess all those years of seeing my GrandM and Moms smoke imprinted some subtle hidden suggestion that whenever all is overwhelming take a deep long drag on a cigarette to calm your nerves. It's all madness! I can't quiet the hunger and now this freakin' cigarette thing is riding my back like a monkey. Is there no end? Cigarette anyone? Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Laters