Packing her single stick
She brings it up to her ruby lips
Lighting the very tip of it

Taking in a long draw
She pulled on it like a straw
It was her one nasty flaw

First, the taste on her tongue
Deep into her damaged lungs
Oxygen, it so does expunge

With a small subtle cough
She quietly scoffs
Cursing, once again, to lay off

This to be her very last stick
That will end this horrible nightmar’ish trip
Before it’s too late for her to quit

She Butts It……………

DON’T SMOKE!

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