Charter Oak Connecticut Shade Cigar Review in Poem Form

As I exhale, I imagine tiny paratroopers landing on the foot of my cigar⁣
Angry aphids storming a chalk-white landscape, digging fox holes in ash ⁣
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The vibrate with murderous fear sending the heat of their intent down towards my fingertips.⁣
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I focus my eyes on the front lines taking shape; acrid smoke and puffs of light fill my vision⁣
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All through history it’s the same refrain - us or them. So I put the cigar to my lips one last time. ⁣
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Inhaling incinerates half the brigade, while a tap on my ashtray sends the rest to their doom⁣