"It's just a feeling"

That whispers away like smoke,

Impermanent as it seems

Everything in life is stained


The smell profusely, permeates the

People, places, and Predicaments

Giving the eponymous name of the sentiment


The stoics cast this tormentor out,

But there is no way to escape its grip

If you've taken a slow drag

From its intoxicating blip