It's about a finger's length That we pay our money to have it, then Slowly it does its ugly work to end our life, It's like an ugly snake that poisons its victims, then Slowly end their lives, but their will, They love it, but it hates them, They pay for their inevitable death, It takes at least some minutes every time they smoke it, It destroys their lives, then It separates them from their loved ones, It hurts as a whole, but They insist on having it anytime, A pretty person never takes it as a close friend, but As a bitter enemy, It hates its lover, then Like an ugly snake that poisons its lover anytime, so That is the cigarette.
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Oh yes! Unfortunately I am one of those who picked up that darn cigarette in the first place! And quitting is so very hard. Have tried three times. Obviously unsuccessfully! But the day is coming! Your poem Mohammad is another eye opener on the hazards of smoking. I think what bothers me the most is how much money I pay just probably shorten my life.......crazy!