A Smoker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about me "criticizing" smokers, even hough I am one. It's kinda a reality type poem.

Submitted: October 19, 2011

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I reach out

For your attention-

Yellow card.

Smoke dripping yellow

Down the white wall-

Nicotine

So full of harm.

 

You inclose

Yourself

In a white- walled room,

Perfect for the insane.

 

Puffing on that cigarette,

You're the only one

To blame.

 

A death trap,

Like a fixed blade.

Heading towards your lungs,

Fragile,

Yet you don't keep them clean

 

Slowly the whole room

Turns

To a sour yellow tone.

Imagine your insides-

Blood clotting,

Lungs shriveling,

Teeth rotting.

A smoker-

You'll die alone.


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