Kicked the habit

I’ve kicked the habit,
kicked what once would make me thrive.
Now I won’t grab it.
They had doubts that I’d survive,
predicted I would nosedive.

At first it pained me, stung my brain to just constrain the yearns inside,
I thought my veins would not sustain if my sweet bane was cast aside.
I’d stand and drool at windows, then count up to ten and play it cool,
But now, no fool, I do not yen to watch a den of plump misrule.

I’ve kicked the habit.
At last I’ve stopped that blood-crammed act.
I’ve kicked the habit,
now I can do as does the rabbit,
hopping down the road unracked
by fleshy guilt, because in fact
I’ve kicked the habit.