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a cigarette
I can feel it seeping into my lungs…
Cancerous, deliciousness…
I can feel the warmth coming from the orange-burning end,
The warmth burns through me.
The brisk, windy winter day causes me to rush.
I want to savor you, my deathly friend.
I abruptly end you, tossing you aside,
Just like an old piece of garbage.
Five minutes ago you were all I wanted,
And now you are nothing to me.
Discarded tobacco,
Wasted paper and chemicals.
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Comment by: - 2008-06-07 13:46
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| A nice anti-smoking poem, just what the kids need. Ha Ha. I liked how you showed how the smoker gets their pleasure from the cigarette, then showed their disgust for it at the end. |
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| but good rhyme, it made me smile |
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HAHA
yeah, i wasn't really referring to marijuana, i don't do that that's illegal ;) |
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Sometimes that's all I need.
A puff of some cancerous weed. |
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| awwww, the poor ciggy...you really made me feel sorry for him/her. makes me wanna spark up too...haha...good job (thanks for your advice also) |
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