Puffing on those cigarettes
Can cause you nothing but regrets.
The air we breathe is bad enough
Without inhaling all that stuff.
The saddest part for those who smoke
Is they don't realize the joke.
The industry that hawks the dope,
The nicotine and tar, they hope
To pass off as a thing worthwhile.
They'd even have us walk a mile
For that special taste we only get
From puffing on their cigarette.
And while we cough and hack and wheeze
They feed on government subsidies
And laugh at us as we blow rings,
And pay a double price for things
As foolish as the killer weed
Instead of things we really need.
It's time we reevaluate
The things we love,
The things we hate,
The things we do, the things we don't,
The things we will, the things we won't.
The things we do with some regrets,
Like puffing on those cigarettes.
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