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battle with tobacco.
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To smoke or not to smoke there is no question about it whether
it is lung cancer or a long life the choice to choose is obvious.
Life is good, life is great, life is hard but much harder when
I smoked.
When I smoked I had no time to be in life so smoking is not to
be and is not nobler too.
What a cigarette does hurts not only myself but the others about.
There are no more places left to smoke in my life or even in the
world at large.
I have decided to ban smoking in my apartment and so far that
has happened. No one for over two weeks has smoked here.
I can feel the fresh air keeping me healthy.
Once there was money to smoke and time to waste but now the days
are shorter and my life too.
I can not waste my time and money doing something to hurt myself.
I love me and who I am becoming.
I think therefore I know not to smoke.
I know not to smoke so I am an ex-smoker.
I am an ex-smoker therefore I have become free of the addiction.
I am free of the addiction and now it is time to help others free
themselves from the smoking.
Poem by Bill Newbold
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Painting by Wayne Holland
Tobacco
Jones
Good-bye cigarette
Good-bye butt
Into my budget
You slice a cut
You yellow my walls
With your deadly smoke
You make me gag
You make me choke
I kind of admit
That you I will miss
But no longer will you be
On my breath or my kiss
Now I bid you
An attempted good-bye
And maybe prolong
My time to die
Beth M. Highland Park, NJ |
Drawing
by Eugene Han |
A
poem by Wayne H.
You have to be tough,
you have to be mean,
to fight the cigarette
and keep yourself clean.
You think to yourself-
what's one more drag?
Those butts belong in the garbage bag.
You want 'em when you're happy,
you want 'em when you're sad,
all those chemicals can hurt you real bad.
Some say I'm cool - Some say I'm the fool,
those cigarettes can be real cruel.
So listen to me now and take my advice:
Stay away from tobacco
so your world will be nice. |
TRAP
By Franklin R.H.
SMOKE, SMOKE, SMOKE
I am smoking just to get by
I smoke to pass the time
I smoke to my last dime
When I first started at fourteen
In my head I thought I was Cool, Rugged and Mean
Posing at the street corner with a cigarette hanging on my lip
Blowing out smoke through my nostrils
Thinking it was a talent to be seen
Then it turns into a habit
Craving first thing in the morning and after each meal
I can't go to the bathroom without a cigarette
Stinking thinking a pack a day is moderate
Blowing smoke for a quarter of a century
I should be the owner of the industry
The damage of prolong use of nicotine
Short out of breath I'm no longer pristine
All of a sudden I yearn to be clean
Get my health back
And save the money that I lack
Please doctor
Help me with this task
For I want to live many more years
Being wealthy, healthy and wise
My only hope is you, doctor
Help me if you please
Heal me from this ill will.
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Art
by William Newbold
Grim Reaper
by
Wayne Holland
I've smoked cigarettes
With real regret.
They say tobacco is a thriller.
It's more like a killer.
People say you can die
Walking across the street
But you don't jump into the fire
Just because you're feeling the heat.
I knew cigarettes were not good.
It was hard to put them down
Like I knew I should.
I was getting into smoking deeper and deeper.
I knew I didn't want to see the grim reaper.
I tried and tried till eventually I quit.
I won't miss the grim reaper
Not even a little bit.
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