Smoking Poem by ellard kafa

Smoking



Turns nostrils into exualses
short and long kitchen chimneys
carbon dioxide exit
of hot white dangerous gas

with tar, nicotine and others,
black soot warms the lung
like overused kitchen
like wet burning liters
nostrils inhale exhalings

with no gun and knife
pill or injection
fight or accident
why you have decided to kill yourself?
smoking kills

Monday, May 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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