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Phillip Morris

Myles ODonnell on Aug 5, 2009
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A short little poem about something that I’ll just let you figure out yourself.

these cancerous sticks
that give one a fix
the breath becomes stale
inhale, exhale
they’re always in high demand
and even deadly in secondhand

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  • clay hurtubise on Aug 5, 2009

    Good job. I call them Natural Selection Sticks: people know the dangers, use them anyway… cause their own death in a natural selection way.
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • Myles ODonnell on Aug 5, 2009

    I guess this poem sort of creates the illusion that I’m against smoking, but really I am a smoker myself. Natural selection will one day bite me in the ass!

  • bjr on Aug 12, 2009

    very creative.Talking about cigarettes

  • nutuba on Aug 12, 2009

    Yeah, it seems that many (all?) of us have some set of self destructive behaviors that we allow to run rampant (at times), even though we know better. Whether it’s tobacco, alcohol, lack of sleep, too much stress (trying to climb the corporate ladder), or whatever … we take risks. Why? I don’t know. Anyway, nicely done and thought provoking!

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