Smoking Part Two
when the pack is empty
nothing out weighs the need
the brain is sick
and the breath it pleads
even unlit
it brings us calm
but the absence of ciggie
is a cause for alarm
our smoking friends
throw us life savers
but when they're gone
where is our savior
at times like these
there is no need to quit
there is only one answer
that can answer our wit
all friends desert us
in our deepest need
ciggie is just another friend
undisguised that is greed
even cars have lighters and
ashtrays to please
that unknown factor
that can bring us to our knees
pen and paper
and ashtray near by
taking that breath
wondering what to write
we believe it's helping
what we're doing to ourself
it may be relaxing
but when it's gone
it's something else
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