Smokers

You huff and you puff and you take down a drag.
You hack and you cough and the mucus makes you gag.

Forever surrounded by the toilet smells of smoke.
Why should you care what's healthy? You're cool because you toke.

The future is not here. It is something you cannot see.
What should you be afraid of? Something that only might be?

Let me paint you a picture of crevices and crinkles.
Lifelong tattoos called early age wrinkles.

Arteries filling, lungs turning black.
A rising chance of a heart attack.

Maybe you're right. It won't happen to you.
Instead there's emphysema and coughing a nasty green gue

The inside of your home, peppered with a dust of ashes.
But you just keep inhaling those fatal gasses.

Your walls turn from white to an ugly brown-yellow.
But the cigarette high is keeping you mellow.

Your children, if born, have allergies and asthma.
No sports due to birth defects and they wheeze like your grandma.

Don't listen to me, you've heard this before.
Go on, keep smoking. Is your throat getting sore?

It cannot be because you smoke.
Tobacco is cheap, you cannot go broke.

The cigarette costs and medical bills.
Addicted children that the tobacco now kills.

Let us make the statement together. "I will never quit!"
So what of the cost. Let my children pay for it!

By: A Smoker.