Don't Start

The agonies of packing them in...the ciggies!A poem called

DON'T START...!

Nag...Nag...Nag...do i need another fag ?
And when i start to smoke again i nag myself to stop
Then i nag myself to start.There's no end to this ranting and raving
no
cure for my insatiable craving
Yet,i'm so aware of the damage done:aching
limbs,breathlessness,smelly
breath and clothes
not what i call fun
so why do i want to start again?Why do i want to put myself through
all
that misery and pain.
What am i searching for ? A place maybe on the side of the
non-smokers
door?Is there room for me ?
The pained expression of the smoker tells me there has to be!

Ciggarettes...turn your cash to ash,brain to mash
clothes to rags,to accommodate of course, as your stomach sags
Smoking, a slow poisonous death
do you see your children cry
as you sruggle for life and breath
or your loved ones worrying about the inevitable day you die
so okay,if you start to smoke again,Nag yourself to stop
But show yourself compassion
lifes far to short we're all on ration