poem

i'll have you for breakfast
i'll have you for a midnight snack.

you keep me happy and you keep me thin,
but thanks to you - my insides are not.

if only you were as good for me as fruit,
or jellies and jams.

you make me feel cool,
you make me look cool.

why do you have to kill me in 60 years?

you're a habit i don't want to break,
hearing you burn turns me on.

your lingering smell on my fingertips,
reminds me of the last time we were together.

do right by me,
and i'll do right by you.