I'M Sick Of It Poem by Alessandra Liverani

I'M Sick Of It



I'm sick, sick, sick of cigarette addiction
I'm sick of movies and their dishonest depiction
That smoking is glamorous, sophisticated and cool
When what it really is is something that rules

The cigarette addict from morning to night
And all the hours in between, they can never take flight
From the constant nagging fear that they must inhale the fumes
Of a deadly poison that will lead them to their doom

A cigarette addict can barely do a thing
Without a cigarette, it's got them on a string
They have to smoke it now, it just cannot wait
And then, another and another, they've really taken the bait

A cigarette addict is as helpless as a lamb
On a frosty hillside with no mother to keep it warm
Their mind is so confused that they actually believe
A cigarette is their saviour, they are so deceived

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Atsid Nehtoitem 25 May 2013

I'm not confused, I chose to serve cigarettes - as long as I can remember, I wanted to smoke, now that I've come of age, I can't get enough of my savior, my lungs want more.

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Alessandra Liverani

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Wollongong, Australia
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