Pet Peeve

 
The windows all down
The mirrors thumping from the radio’s sound
Wind is flowing throughout my hair
I take a breath of fresh air

I think to myself “a cigarette would be nice”
With one hand I grab my vice
And then I search for a light
I see it sitting towards my right

I put a square in my lips
And thrust my fingertips
A spark comes flying, but to no avail
My lighter has failed

I flick and flick
Hoping maybe something will click
Desperate for a flame
Every god I name

I go look for another
I even ask my mother
I search for what seems forever
Hoping to come across one wherever

Finally answered are my prayers
I grab the light and rush downstairs
Up to my lips I put the lighter
Hoping this one will be brighter

But fate would not permit
My light to be lit
So now here I sit
Angry that I can’t take one hit