After the Smoking
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'.
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2011
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