Ode to an Overflowing Ashtray

The ashes are piled
The butts are a-stackin'
And yet it's another
20 I'm packin'.
The night is still young
It's overflowin'
And someone just told me
"You're in non-smokin'"
So I sit and weep
Can't smoke anymore
and I'm headed
Straight for the door
But then, as I'm leaving
I see a sign
"Smoking section this way"
I light up, and feel fine.

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