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”.