After The Smoking

Written by: Gail Blakeley

Here I sit, one year later;
no more smoking, lungs are clear.

I have more new habits now;
one is lots of good, cold beer.

Food is now my sacred cow;
what's for dinner, here and now.

Am I happy ? Well, heck no ;
all my flesh has turned to dough.

Clothes don't fit; way too small ;
buttons popping ; zippers stall.

Trading one vice for another;
is truly just one great, big bother.

Do I smell food in the kitchen ?
Now my nose is really twitchin'.