Ode
to my cigarettes
Cigarettes have become my secret love.
Since I can go outside and take a puff,
Day after day I thank the stars above.
When I’m getting stressed I can’t get enough.
After all, I’m troubled and have a lot of work.
Please do not lecture me or bring me down
Regardless, after my cig ill have a smirk.
So about my little habit that’s gotten around town;
I’m young and don’t have cancer yet
Maybe I’ll soon quit in a year or two
But now I wouldn’t stop smoking to win a bet.
And please; I’d take cigs instead of you,
So please leave me alone, I won’t go broke,
And really, there are worse things I could smoke.
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