It all started.

You got addicted and just like that,

Puff after Puff, pack after pack,

You found a new best friend for life.

A permanent friend, one that brought more

Friends to the party, started in your lungs.

It didn’t stop there, spreaded nicotine and “relaxation” in the blood,

The fun just started, things went downhill from there,

Now everybody did it, because in the 50s, 60s, and 70s started a revolution of

Smoking youth. It’s ok, I saw Lucy giving Ricky a cigarette.

Life is all about peer pressure,

One cigarette won’t hurt, it’s just one after all, what can one tiny little cigarette do?

It’s not like it leads to smelling like the back end of a Horse, or Cancer, or dying.

I’ve lost many to this awful effect of brain trauma.

I request that chemicals be removed from inconsistent remarks of “ Smoking is good for you!”

I pity the fool who believes that. Seriously, you are sad.

I don’t understand why you continue to hurt yourself!

Wanting to explore your body’s chemical makeup is one thing,

But destroying your body is an inexcusable another.

Take a note from me,

Know the risks before you act out of your butt!