Smoking the Filter

Apropos of nothing, plastic smolders and ignites.
Molecules, angered by their single and double bonds, riot.
Where there's smokes, there's fires.
Incensed by nicotine, agitated but directionless,
Atoms take to the wide open sky.
Grabbing their cheery Os,
They fly away
Just to be captured later on
By the noses of snuffling dogs.

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