It is with much conviction
I've tried to overcome my addiction
to those little cancer sticks.
I love the smell of tobacco burning.
Yet in my mind wheels are turning
as my finger endlessly flicks.
My hair, my clothes, and my face
always seem to carry a faint trace
of leaves consumed by fire.
My Mom she does fume and chide.
Relentlessly I conceal and try to hide
the object of my desire.
Yes indeed our nation's government
collects the revenue, yes sir every cent
and allows them on each shelf.
As I shop inside each store
they are there so I buy more
I have to blame myself.
I've chewed the gum and tried the pills.
Read all the literature about the ills
of nicotine and tobacco use.
Still the monkey cavorts upon my back.
Come on FDA please cut me some slack.
Sale of tobacco is a form of abuse.
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