Oh cigarettes…Where have you gone?

When my heart was pumping crazy,
with my hands’ senses being rather lazy.

Everyday waking up with lung butter.

Lighting up yet again, just to calm another fluster.

Raping my insides in a way I can’t begin to muster.

All because your vines that hold me ever so tight,
often because you were always what was right.

I wonder if it’s because of how you were designed.

Or if my father is to blame for influencing me in my prime…

Yet it was my hand that was drawn to your limbs…

Society’s brilliant tobacco blends, flashy packages, and media stems.

Stressful world, hideous places, bad news, and of course ugly faces.

I don’t know if I can cut your hold…but that is how you’re designed, to be bold.

I am no longer going to behold you for your whimsical ways.

Because simply put and simply said…you only want me dead.

To drain me down to my very last dime till my final days.

You don’t do anything right, you cut my insides, and dry my eyes.

Crack my skin and wrinkle under my eyes, making me feel slightly aged.

Fearing the obvious that comes after your track, I have decided to turn a new path!

I renounce you and all you stand for, obviously for the better, to begin anew.

I will no longer befall to your hideous ways, trickery, and golden lay.

I am a free man, breathing ever so heavy, a few bucks richer,
and no longer fearing if I will ever lose the ability to maintain being hard.

Able to taste the world in a way ever so new, I am happy to no longer be with you.