Edge Works

The persecuted smoker

Yes I’m a smoker,it’s my only pleasure
It helps me relax, when I’m at my leisure
Iron’s out my stress, stimulates my brain
I’m afraid it’s an habit,from which I can’t refrain
At your moaning, I have to protest
There’s lot’s of habit’s, I detest
The couch potato, who eats the wrong food
Usualy obesse and awfully crude
The heavy drinker, who gets out of control
Loud and agressive with mouth so foul
The motorist who cares for no other
Including thier self or even thier Mother
The hypochondriac relying on medicine or pill
Not realizing they make thier selves ill
The heavy spender who build up such debt’s
Giving them selve’s unnecessary stress
When I have a smoke , I’m calm and polite
Consider others and smoke out of sight
One thing I’m sure of,just for a start
When it comes to the liver ,stomach or heart
I would have to light up again and again
To do as much damage as a fast food chain
Then smoke forty cigarettes a day
To do as much damage as four pints may
Then into my mouth twenty cigarettes cram
To do as much damage as a car in a jam
Also make smoking a complete dedication
To do as much damage as excess medication
Then do all these things together I guess
To be as unhealthy as someone under stress
So stop your complaining and leave me alone
Forget my problem consider your own

by William A Edge