Cigarrette

A poem about cigarrettes!

To my lungs I owe a debt
for smoking this cigarrette
filled with tobacco and tar
there can be no greater scar
than the one that fills my lungs.

I tell myself I'll quit
when in reality I'm ful of shit.
My grandpa taught me a lesson
on why to give up this obssession
because when it becomes to late
death becomes your only fate.