Drive By cigarette.
by ~Jacob Ellinger

As I toke this cigarette
my life go's up in smoke,
in clouds of gray and white
some day I'll die of stroke.

If only I would quit
this habit that I have,
my lungs would never rot
all cancerous and scabbed.

And though I know this all,
to my love I still return,
for nicotine I crave for nicotine I yearn.

If only all these packs
where given proper name,
like cancerous and deadly,
would I still be shamed?

Yet in smallest print
they write upon the side of packs,
there cancerous and deadly;
you say whats wrong with that?

If only they had used
a larger print instead,
Millions would have lived
and not be lying dead.

Take this poem to heart,
and let thy cigarette go,
for dieing of lung cancer
is the slowest death I know.