Wednesday, 28 May 2025

Nicotine

 In a world full of pain and stress

There's a little something to help you forget

Living in fear of the Communist threat

You'd better light another cigarette


It's a cruel friend, nicotine

Gonna be your death, nicotine


Dreams of suave style sophistication

In a morass swamped with alienation

Fantasising your material success

The adoration of the opposite sex


Starting out from schoolyard addiction

Forty years of painful affliction

Orange fingers and sickly bad breath

Making inroads till no control is left

Cough and choke to start every day

But all your pay gores up in flames


Looking ancient long before your time

Lung disease has leaked away your life

Scared to death and sinking deep in gloom

You light up one to digest the news

Local I.C.U. lying all alone

Exhausted family go back home

Ventilator purrs so gently

Drip feed morphine and chemotherapy


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