Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Ashes to Riches

I won't stop smoking cigarettes.
I'm hooked no matter what the price.
I'll die puffing with no regrets.
But, I found something else that's nice.
One day, I finished up a butt.
In the ashtray, I put it out.
The smeared ash formed a face clear cut.
It was Jesus, without a doubt.
I kept repeating the process.
A bunch of new ashtrays I bought.
Over and over, ash did bless
With the Lord's image in some spot.

Jesus in ash in each ashtray.
Me in cash in sales on Ebay.