The packet contains
Nothing but death
And yet they gobble it down
As if it was the air,
That can't find its way

Smoke blinds them
Coughing up their cigarette breaks
As they **** the vile thing
That might as well drive them mad

Blessed with perfect lungs
Inhale. Exhale.
Destroy whatever is left
Who gives a ****,
You can still smell the daisies
On bottled oxygen

The nerve, the idiocy
To cheat death,
Playing Russian roulette
With six bullets in