Too Good To Be True Poem by Alessandra Liverani
Too Good To Be True
I've got a great, great deal
You'll really be amazed
This deal is being a non-smoker
Sorry, can you see me through the haze
Believe it or not it's absolutely free
I know you'll think there's a catch
But there isn't, would I lie to you
It's true, you pay absolutely no cash
Did I forget to mention your health
That'll just get better and better
And we'll refund if not satisfied
There's no need for a lawyer's letter
It's the deal of your life
Right here, come on and sign up now
We'll throw in some clean, fresh air
For nothing, I give you my honest vow
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
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4/19/2024 10:19:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's really too bad to be true, I'd kill myself before becoming a non-smoker. Immediate suicide is better than a death without cigarettes in my life. I don't want to see beyond the haze, I want the haze to consume me, fill my body with tar and poison, destroying my health. Fresh air is disgusting to breathe, nothing to ruin my body, a life with just that isn't worth living, I'd rather live my dream, paying for a young death. Every cigarette I smoke brings me closer, I'm not suicidal though, I just hate being healthy. Cigarettes are the tools that will allow me to rid myself of health, ruining my body - turning it into a work of art. In return, in the coming years, I'll give my Cigarettes my life, as my thanks.