A poem from Simon Russell (North Qld)

Sucked In

The money I suppose should be reason enough,

But the bad throat you feel makes it doubly rough.

So you give them away and count off the days,

The freedom you feel, all numbers of ways.

Then look back and feel like some sort of fool,

All those ingested poisons,it wasn’t that cool.

As though forty a day is harder to break,

Than fifteen or eighty, mate it’s a mistake.

No matter what you did in terms of the how,

Just you’ve stopped for good,  that means now.

Then you can say you're an ex-smoker as well.

And in your pallour, everyone can tell.

Coz the longer you smoke, don’t kid yourself,

About this haggard appearance and declining health.

These are all signs that you can't ignore,

Half full lungs that cough till they’re sore

I used to smoke and was happy to stop,

Paying to hurt myself I found too hard to cop.

If any other product caused that much pain,

It wouldn't be sold openly with no hassle again.

Hopefully I now live past 100 year old,

Can tell Great Grandchildren when cigarettes were sold.

It's hard to understand the political view,

That makes you wear a cycle helmet or get fined too,

How many do you think would die from the smokes?

But more than leave brain matter on their spokes.

With tobacco in hand, you govern unfit,

Non addictive my eye, it’s a professional hit.

Won't it hurt you because you can't see this lump?

That you are creating inside you, don't be a chump!

So please stop smoking while you've still got the time,

Because to burn your life away, now that is a crime.  

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