Giving Up Cigarettes

I was a teen when first I met My demon lover--cigarette. I was a teen who was a fool; But he was popular and cool. For he was loved by movie stars And soldiers sipping beer in bars-- No surgeon general warned of death For those of us who breathed his breath. At his first kiss I coughed and choked. But I was obstinate. I smoked. This was no friendship formed in haste. I had to cultivate his taste. He followed me for fifty years, With food, with drinks, with joy and tears-- Through good relationships and bad He was the closest friend I had. Now as I try to break his spell, He tortures me with living hell-- But time can heal so I won't miss His intimaste and toxic kiss.