Poems, by me

Cigarettes

Smoking a cigarette,

the action of lighting a rolled form of cancer,

Inhaling all of the nicotine, tar, and carbon monoxide.

We know it's bad for us,

but that makes us even more curious.

Then we become addicted,

the thought of installing a temporary replacement of feeling thrills us

With this new habit, we become deeper and deeper into our own hole,

unable to dig ourselves out.

Finally we are left with the end result

Death.