A Disregard For Precious Life

I light up another cigarette, its smoke turns into puffs... then they form small clouds': a skeleton drawn in the gazette. It's a disregard for this precious life, consider myself worthless and grab a knife; but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve, because not having faith is a moralistic issue. Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content. I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. " Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat! My teeth are getting yellow, not bright; my breath stinks, folks avoid me. I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit, a priest goes by and scolds me! It's a disregard for precious life, it's a misery not to have a wife; not to kiss her and say good night, I blame myself for this self-plight! I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself, should I forget that I once was that guy? A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh, " Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "