The smoking poem


Sometimes I wish
I was a smoker
The pace of life won’t matter to me
No matter what the rate
I could just stand in a corner
And go in a trance kind of a state



I would see the smoke go by…
When a fellow smoker would come
I would smile and say hi
He or she would ask, ‘got a light?’
And then a few would join
A few moments later
the whole place would be engulfed
In a fog of white

Sometimes I would hold a fag with tea
Sometimes with coffee
Sometimes… may be whiskey

No problem would be tough,
I would then be a tough bloke
Oh, If only
I could ever smoke

Oh, God, but I can’t do it
Just don’t feel like it, oh shit!

I know it’s not done
Oh, i miss so much fun!
If you are reading this,

You might just think
I am such a choker, oops
I wonder why but I know
I will never be a smoker

Thank you for reading.

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