A Christian Mother Unhappy With a Smoker
Your swell appetite for tobacco
Is a sure life-time divider;
Of winds making her a sirocco,
Even as she stops being your provider …
Softening and calmer, asks you aside
And entreats you to her sit beside
For a voicing of her disappointments in you
And challenges to say “It isn’t true!”
Soon, absorbs her rude shocks
And for you Heaven’s Gate unlocks
But against further errands for Lucifer,
Unless you wish to with him suffer …
A mention of your black lips that give you away
And the Acrid Smell of The-Gone-Astray
“So, my son, it’s a U-Turn now
And I’m sure you understand ‘How’
“No more celebratory twisting of lips
To free cigarette’s atrocious wisps
Nor plying of routes to the markets
That would circulate it in packets’.
“You now crush the sticks not smoked
And not into it read pleasures choked”.
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