Robert James Liguori Poet Rhyme

My Last Cigarette

I pace around the house
smoking my last cigarette
I won't let these tar-sticks
contribute to my death

I already put the rest of the pack
deep down in the trash
No longer will these devilish things
give my lungs a rash

So tonight I can say that I am
free of the smokes
A cleaner healthier body
and a clearer throat

But to my anxiety I need to smoke
this last gosh-darn cigarette
It's helping me to cope
From dreadful things in my head

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L Milton Hankins June 18, 2022 at 6:48 PM I have seen what cancer from cigarette-smoking can do firsthand, Robert, so I wish for your success. Kick the habit before the habit kicks you! You'll never regret it. If you want a first-hand account of how my wife died as a result of smoking, please send me a Soup Mail and I'll share it with you.

Jeff Kyser June 18, 2022 at 4:29 PM All the best with that!