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Each drag he inhales, is a breath he loses,
He coughs up a rainbow, red and yellow, green and black.
He shares many a smile in the company of smokers,
Flaunting his tainted teeth and spewing his charred breath.

Soon, yellow, green and black all fade,
His youthful face is cast in grey,
His salubrious body is set in shade.

Everything about him, becomes colourless,
Overwhelmed in tar, and bile,
But he tried, of course he tried,
That was his last fag,
As was the one before that

He blames the tobacco industry,
As he works 8 hours a day to fuel it,
Handing over his wages for poison,

What ifs are running wild in his mind,
As he lays on the bed,
A hole in his neck and mush being forced into his blood,
He coughs up a rainbow and sighs, for that last drag,
He traded his final breath

His aged eyes flicker as they slowly shut,
And his yellow fingers curl painfully,
His chest relaxes as his breath escapes,
As his brain begins to close,
He thinks to himself,
What if….. what if I had said no.

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The Smoker

Contributed by ludders on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 04:27:11 PM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

The Smoker

Each drag he inhales, is a breath he loses,
He coughs up a rainbow, red and yellow, green and black.
He shares many a smile in the company of smokers,
Flaunting his tainted teeth and spewing his charred breath.

Soon, yellow, green and black all fade,
His youthful face is cast in grey,
His salubrious body is set in shade.

Everything about him, becomes colourless,
Overwhelmed in tar, and bile,
But he tried, of course he tried,
That was his last fag,
As was the one before that

He blames the tobacco industry,
As he works 8 hours a day to fuel it,
Handing over his wages for poison,

What ifs are running wild in his mind,
As he lays on the bed,
A hole in his neck and mush being forced into his blood,
He coughs up a rainbow and sighs, for that last drag,
He traded his final breath

His aged eyes flicker as they slowly shut,
And his yellow fingers curl painfully,
His chest relaxes as his breath escapes,
As his brain begins to close,
He thinks to himself,
What if….. what if I had said no.

Copyright Â© ludders ... [ 2006-05-18 16:27:11]
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Re: The Smoker (User Rating: 1 )
by jerseysue on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 06:15:07 PM AEST
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Believe me I understand this poem so well. Seen the effect it has had . Also cared for someone this happened to, and yet, nobody ever looks at what drinking can do. This is another evil, which also destroys the body, and yes the same question persists, yes Why did I not say no. Its a tragic and a realistic look at the damage we cause ourselves, you are right to publish it. Thanks Sue x

Re: The Smoker (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 06:28:48 AM AEST
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Yep, a dirty, filthy habit. Can't seem to go anywhere without having to negotiate a pall of smoke, even just to access a non smoking moviehouse or restaraunt.

I've worked with patients with emphysema and lung disease, who still smoked through a tracchy hole in their neck.Then again, I would never deny the right of a grieving parent to have a ciggie to calm their grief.

Spike

Re: The Smoker (User Rating: 1 )
by ButchHoward on Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 12:59:46 PM AEST
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How tragically true your words are here. The question I always ask people who are trying to quit is: Who controls your life, Phillip Morris or you? Good message!
Butch

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