Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Ode

Puff

Puff ...
The smoke coming from the chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from the chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack

She's a two pack-a-day woman,
she smoke two packs of cigarettes a day
X-rays say her lungs look like a dirty ashtray;
but she keeps on smoking anyway,
she keeps on puffing away

Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack

She chain smokes like a choo-choo train;
she has nicotine-itis on the brain,
her black tar lips blow circle smoke rings
Cigarette smoke so thick, it make your eyes sting ...
but she keeps on puff, puff, puffing

Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is not the kind of smoke you like
Puff ...
The smoke coming from her chimney stack
is gonna second hand you a heart attack

She puffs and puffs like a chimney stack,
she loves to daily suck back two packs
Even though she's always out of breath,
she's gotten comfortable with cheating death
Today, there's only one cigarette in the last pack left;
time to go shopping, and be a carton whore
And when she comes back from the grocery store,
she's gonna binge smoke and place a few more
dynamite cancer sticks on the menthol tracks:
Trainwreck's gonna happen when her lungs collapse

Puff ... life snuffed

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James Edward Lee Sr. August 24, 2018 at 3:21 PM Love it, Clever, Freddie "Inspirational write very constructive!! Write on!! would make a great Ad or anti-Ad campaign slogan =D James

Richard Lamoureux January 31, 2017 at 11:07 PM Clever and most entertaining. You told the story well my brother.

Matthew Anish January 30, 2017 at 9:21 PM I actually know people who still smoke - despite the expense and the dangers. Your work sends out a clear message to such people! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

White Wolf January 30, 2017 at 6:19 PM Now I feel guilty being a smoker myself! But I'm a ten fag a day man. Which still is bad I guess! Tried giving up and lasted a year and a half once! It's far too addictive as a drug! A great write per usual RW!

Jan Allison January 30, 2017 at 3:32 PM SUCH a clever write Freddie -this would be a great poem for kids as a warning that the puffer train arriving at platform Twenty (in a pack) could you directly to the cancer ward:-(hugs Jan xx7 Freddie Robinson Jr. January 30, 2017 at 5:46 PM Ty, Jan. Wish I coulda thought of the platform 20 line, that's when a collab partner comes in handy, as they say, two heads are better than one. Appreciate the kind words. We have to remind the youngsters to put the bong down too. Ha ha ha. Love and peace to you.