TICKETS TO THE TOMB
"Just for tonight," they say with a grin
As they chug their drinks and toast to sin.
"Life's too short," they laugh and puff
Not knowing their fun's just deadly stuff.
Unbeknownst, they book their tickets to the tomb
Barely out of the womb, then off to their doom.
In a few short years, they're all but gone
With lungs darkened and hearts tarred on.
Smoking and drinking, their idea of fun
Unaware of the wheels they've spun.
They dance with danger, a risky delight
Their words, a joke, in the dead of night.
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