The Surgeon General’s Prophet Poem by Bill Grace

The Surgeon General’s Prophet



By age eight my favorite brand was Viceroy
The third time Dad caught me smoking
This man of few words was moved to poetic intensity
“Bill, the next time I catch you smoking –
I’m going to knock your block off! ”
I quit. Eleven years before the Surgeon General’s report
I knew that smoking was hazardous to my health.

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