Cigar

With cigar
Vulnerable to a critique
Of any kind
To mockery
Of a preposterous earthly entity
He scribles a piece of art
To insult the human kind
With cigar
Under his moustache
Cross-legged he bows
To ridicule of greedy minds
Of avarice that knows no bounds

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When I smoke a cigar. I am easy going and polite. A whiskey and a cigar. A game of chess. Perfect night. I liked the poem. You gave a image to your words. Thank you Kate for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Kate]

Do not smoke though 🤭 thank you 💕

[Coyote Poetry]

I am not a smoker. But on a blue moon to remember lost soldier friends. A cigar and beer.