The Smoker
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote
Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living
The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking
So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits
They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter
So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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