SMOKER

I was once a smoker as you may know

Everywhere with my evil vice I’d go

Always with my pack of butts in tow

God, you know I thought I loved them so

My shirts all had pockets to carry a pack

I did have a spare one for a nicotine attack

Little bitty cute lighters, come Flick my Bic

Kept with the ciggies as a very handy trick

Wake up yes, and find I’m not yet so dead

Celebrate by lighting up, sitting in the head

Get that initial hard coughing up-a-lung fit

Head is throbbing and feels like it will split

Running down the stairs will make me choke

Running anywhere, now that is indeed a joke

If it wasn’t for panting and breathing hard

I’d think I played out my last playing card

Choke on it and smoke that last cigarette

Buy another carton and put yourself in debt

Was it ever so expensive to buy your suicide

Then find you’re out of style and have to hide

See the smokers lurking outside the door

Shaky habits wanting just one puff more

Trying to keep a butt lit in the heavy rain

Or sweating in the sun’s heat once again

Shivering in the cold to light up a Kent

Freezing rain won’t stop where your sent

Dregs of society, old fashioned and unfit

To be in polite company, so far out of it

Pariahs of the new age is what they are

Soon they won’t be able to smoke in a car

Damn, I’m so glad that I finally got off that hook

Heart attack and Intensive Care was all it took

© Spider ‘09