Giving Up Cigarettes
I was a teen when first I met
My demon lover--cigarette.
I was a teen who was a fool;
But he was popular and cool.
For he was loved by movie stars
And soldiers sipping beer in bars--
No surgeon general warned of death
For those of us who breathed his breath.
At his first kiss I coughed and choked.
But I was obstinate. I smoked.
This was no friendship formed in haste.
I had to cultivate his taste.
He followed me for fifty years,
With food, with drinks, with joy and tears--
Through good relationships and bad
He was the closest friend I had.
Now as I try to break his spell,
He tortures me with living hell--
But time can heal so I won't miss
His intimaste and toxic kiss.
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