cigarette tax just jacked
up $7 a carton
a remedy to the economy
revenues gone, smokers down in flames
recession stress buster up in smoke
the weary can't afford to cling
to the one thing they really know
still less than chemo therapies
but too much to stomach
i need out from the clutch
of the nicotine death stick
its grip on me is tight rope
i am slave to the burning stick of false hope
comfort in tense times
stimulant or relaxant it's all the same
a deadly addictive fix killling its host
i've been down this road
more times than the spinning sun
the patch, the gum, the inhalant, the pill
what will i do this time to free myself
unimprison my body, my mind, my life
to go cold turkey or buy a turnkey video
showing some hypnosis technique
either way
they must go soon
my lungs and wallet can't take anymore
of this addiction bs
my clothes and home stench of smoke
my lungs darkened from the nicotine blunts
the hardest thing i may ever do
the smartest thing i could ever go through
the body is stronger than the mind
in the throws of the nicotine addiction
my heart and lungs
will embrace the oxygen rich fresh air
my mind and body
will go stir crazy without my fix
i need a clean break a moving on
saying goodbye to the coffin smoked nails
that insidiously made their way into my body's home
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Excellent poem. You know, since my surgery, I have lost any and all desire to eat -- they need to come up with a surgery that removes any and all desire to smoke. OMG, million dollar idea right there! I'm a genius!!! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you. Now that IS a brilliant idea. That is a billion dollar idea. I would sign up for that surgery now if they had it! I also wouldn't mind the other surgery to lose my desire to eat but one surgery at a time for me..
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