by Justin Faiella

Cigarettes are death wrapped in paper.
With all the chemicals inside,
You as might as well pick a fight with the Reaper himself,
A fight you will not win.
Notice how your friends and family mourn you when you smoke?
Because you’re slowly
killing yourself
With an eight dollar
pack of cancer.
Why would you start smoking
When you’re paying a fortune
for your own slaughter?

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Poem Copyright © 2011 by Justin Faiella


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