Caught in The Smokers Trap
How dare you sneak up
Lured me with your scent
You have imposed a false lifestyle
And stolen my health
Big man, tough man, standing so tall
Glamour in adverts and movies
With your taxes and all
I saw you from childhood
I was conditioned to see
That this is the coolest
The best way to be
Dragged kicking and screaming
No will to resist
Into Venus flytrap, I gradually slipped
Two dozen years later
Already tired and sold
How did it come to this
With your uncompromising hold
I can’t even work or answer the phone
Without reaching for a smoke
How am I so prone?
Ink now to paper desperate to stop
Smoke surely billowing
As these words are being cropped
With your scares and your tactics
You have caused me to crash
Cutting down and killing millions
You have turned them to ash
But I want now to tell you
That a candle still burns
Deep inside yes, my spirit still churns
Restless and anxious its chatter so loud
One day I will stub you
It will make me so PROUD !!!
Courtesy of Patrick Collins