My masks show satisfaction, taste, and glamour,
Gifts from me, with manhood, grit and strength.
Why do the blind with my mystique enamor?
Regret and slavery lurk along my length!

My vapors strew the stench of gasping death,
Yet millions daily light and fondle me.
I plant disease and pain with every breath,
That young inhale and elders cannot flee!

Smoke and mirrors conjure up the mood
That hucksters loud and blatantly proclaim.
Though suffering and doom both darkly brood!
Are you able after this to guess my name?