Smokestitute

My guy!
Is it not funny how you participate in benediction more than Catholics?
Your cough is louder than my rickety generator
Your lips and charcoal are competing for colour
Those cheap sticks are setting your burial date

We have been busy praying for you
But you have been busy preying on your health
I heard you and JohnSIN are now friends
Maybe it is because JohnSIN is a good cook
Is that why you are cooking your lungs?

Your teeth is a now a multicolored entity
And your mouth odour is part of your identity
I knew red was your favourite colour
But now you have made it your eye colour
My guy! Don’t let JohnSIN lead you into sin