Where There's Smoke, There's A Liar

The greatest compliment that was ever paid me was when one asked me what I thought, and attended to my answer. - Thoreau

Liar's pants.

Fire ants.

War's bombs.

Eyes of peeping Toms.

California wild.

Charges filed.

Bellowing from factory's stack.

Giving rise to a carcinogenic smack.

Floating swirl from lit cigarette.

No need to fret just yet.

Back seat of limousine car.

Mafia czar's fuming cigar.

Discharged from auto's exhaust.

Burden of environmental cost.

Not all is lost.

Electric chair's sentence parsed.

The one I'm not afraid of infrequent and sparse.

When someone blows some ...

... up my arse ...