Fags Poem by Donna Saphier

Fags



I light a cig, I take a drag
I suck so hard upon my fag
I feel my cheeks sinking in
And all the smoke I'm inhaling

I feel the smoke go deep inside
Finding places where it can hide
My lungs they must be brown and black
Just like my teeth which have brown plaque

My tongue is furry like a rug
People can smell it when they give me a hug
Nicotine nostrils I have got
My nose holds soot instead of snot

I don't know why I even smoke
Non-smokers must think I'm a joke
I blow smoke rings, act like a clown
My lips aren't pink, they're dirty brown

I smell like an ashtray everyday
I notice people turn away
I smell of smoke, it makes me choke
Smoking really is a joke

I can't say that it tastes so good
It's deep inside, it's in my blood
My face always looks brown or beige
If I give up now I'll reach old age

All these things through having a drag
Who in the right mind would smoke a fag

Next time I take a drag on a fag

I'll make sure it isn't lit

It's damaging every part of me


And it's doing it bit by bit?

Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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Don't Smoke
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