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I watched them in
the movies
As they lit each
cigarette
I thought they were
so charming
As they puffed with
everyone they met.
It looked so very
sensual
When they smoked
with head drew back
I practiced with my
Candy Sticks
Until I thought I'd
got the knack!
Then at school I
started smoking
With my mates behind
the old bike shed.
How we laughed when
we were swearing
That we'd smoke 'til
we dropped dead!
Now I am in my
forties
I've a mortgage,
wife and child
And a Specialist who
had told me
I'll be dead in a
short while!
My mouth is filled
with Cancer
And I use a tank to
work my lung
I'm coughing and I'm
spitting
Out the puke that
reeks like dung!
My little child's
disgusted
When his friends
come round to play
When his Daddy
starts convulsing
Like he does most
everyday!
That's why I curse
those little ciggys
And the nicotine on
which I fed
Because I can never
share his future now -
As tomorrow I'll be
dead!
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