Smoke, Smoke, Smoke Poem by Randy McClave

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke

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Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke until you choke,
That truly is the smokers creed
As other smokers they hope to breed,
Smoking one cigarette after another
Filling their lungs with smoke until they smother,
Or until everyone liken them cannot breathe
Then they will get cancer along with yellow teeth.

Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke until you go broke,
A nasty habit that you will not want to quit
Even as you cough and hack and you spit,
In the hospital bed in disbelief you will ask for an answer
Why did you get sick, and then why did you get cancer,
Then that answer from the doctors and nurses you will evoke
You had smoked! Until you had a stroke.

Smoke, smoke, smoke
Smoke as you laugh and you joke,
Slowly smoking your life away
With every ash in your ashtray,
You smoked with a pleasure and a sigh
And you will smoke until the day that you die,
Then up in heaven upon the entrance cloud
There will be a sign saying, "smoking not allowed".

Randy L. McClave

Thursday, June 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: cancer
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Ashland, Kentucky
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