A Two Pipe Problem

I light another.
You say “That’s not the answer,
That cancer stick! “
Look, dick, I reply.
I do it my way as the song goes.
And anyway, what’s good enough
For Sherlock..
What you want. I should adjust
my poetimeter?

I’m on the cusp of some great verse
But this rhythm stinks and worse.
Like a flat tire on the car.
It won’t get far
Unless I sort it soon
Now where’s my violin?
It may sound like a sin,
Like tying together the tails of two cats,
But it sure gets rid of pests.