There's a fuzzy piece of lint
stuck to the flint
of my tiny white lighter.

I shake it up and down
and pick at it with my pen
but the damn thing won't come out!

It cowers there
half hidden in the hole.
It must know I'm pissed at it.

I can flick and flick and flick
until my thumb goes numb
but I know I am defeated.

By a fuzzy piece of lint.