isn't this how it started?

Worried that I might kill my dog.
Burning incense
and smoking tobacco-laced,
marijuana cigarettes.
I'm pondering nervously
about my own selfishness
to continue smoking
as this thought, I pen
to identify with a
human audience.
Now the bright irony
in the prose of this situation
is coming to my realization
and it is
in no
way
pleasant.