Ills of Smoking

Can I be any different from the dragon, Can I be more precious that the dinosaur, Some say it warms me, Some say it flavours adorn me, Some say it savours my body senses, Hey! i smoke,am distinct, At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct, A moving tombstone, Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket, A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on, Your lungs, So long, Your creator prolongs, Heal thy soul stop smoking, Smoke in any form kills.