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.

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.


Submitted: October 19, 2011

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attanasio

You poem disgusts me, in a good way! Funny, I never imagined myself ever saying that sentence. Anyway, I like it a lot. It brings back memories of people long gone from such behavior.

Thu, October 20th, 2011 2:44am

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I'm glad that my poem brought back some memories. Thanks for reading it!

Thu, October 20th, 2011 3:45pm

glitter snow426

oh so well written, excellent, right on the target!! GREAT DETAILS, SMOKING KILLS SLOWLY! Like it a lot, you're goooood.

Thu, October 20th, 2011 1:16pm

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Hahah thank you :)

Thu, October 20th, 2011 3:44pm

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