Smoke

I am a smoker. I enjoy smoking. I don't want to quit. This is a poem pretty much about why I smoke. Enjoy, let me know what you think
I take a drag from my smoke
A nice long toke
My lungs inflated
My veins dilated
The cool burning flavor
Something I savor
The nicotine
Flowing through my blood stream
I expel the clear gray remnants
While my internal tenants, delight and die
I ask myself why
Why have I died
I inhale the death Styx
Somehow I fell less sick
I Raze my lungs
Burning my tongues
Bringing death sooner to my door
I inhale ever more

By Jared Lewis
Published: 10/30/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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