ALCOHOL AND SMOKE
Is there any pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Trading your happy ending
For the dread of this earth.
They say alcohol lessens
Our burdens of this world.
We smoke to blur our worries
Drink to forget yesterday.
Is there pleasure
In a slow, painful, untimely death?
Restraining your lungs for breath
Smoke, and we ready the wreath.
Alcohol and smoke are friends of the dead
They first get into your head.
Then kill your lungs, kidneys, and liver
And once trapped, no means to deliver.
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