You light up to have a smoke
Cough and splutter nearly choke
Do you curse that dreaded weed?
As your habit you continue to feed.
Are you not afraid you’ll catch that bug?
As you continue to pull on that addictive drug
Or is it that you don’t give a care?
As they continue to write about that dreaded scare
Do you think to yourself it can’t happen to me?
As you continue to ignore the constant plea
Do you think to yourself what have I to gain?
If I give up the one thing that keeps me sane
You’ll continue to live life to the full
Stub this one out and wait for your next pull.
C.J. Black
Published by Chris Black ~The Poet's Poet~
The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
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Today from the Man Shed 
Give it up. It’s bad, bad, bad. I smoked 2 packs a day and stopped about 20 yeats ago. Do not miss it at all.
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Have not smoked for the past 35 years but love the whiff of a good cigar/pipe tobacco
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Pipe tobacco does it for me.
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