These words I will soon say, are not meant to offend you in any little way, I would just like to help if I can, I won't say anything about the companies and how they are ran ... But why oh why smoke when your this young? would you like a whole in your lung? I know ... I'm one to talk, I started at twelve ... just taking a walk, a walk which may lead to a funeral if you know what I mean, NO, this isn't a "if you only knew what I have seen" I just want to help you, it makes me so blue, I've been smoke free for just about a yeat now, and yes ... it is hard ... "holy cow!" But your still young and haven't been smoking long, and my dear ... it's not just "wrong", it's quite nasty, your don't need that shit, (pardon my language) but it's like I've been hit!! Thinking of you puffing your life (possibly) away, make me so very un-gay, and that's not what you think, I mean un-happy, and I'm starting to sink ... sink into a pool of thoughts while you sit there and your first lung rotts, rotts and rotts away to nothing ... Is that really what you want? To never be able to sing? (you'll get that raspy voice soon), and won't be able to sing your favorite tune ... Please oh please just think about it, you can cut down (of course) before you quit, but please try your best, I now you can ... Don't listen to your friends ... it's NOT "cool man".
Reason for writing:
I was inspired to write this by a teen I met on line. He was 16 and had been smoking for 3 years. I know there's a bunch of bad spots in this poem ... the un-gay part and the swear word (to name a couple) and I could fix it but I like it the way it is ...
Birth sign: Virgo
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