I read the Surgeon General's Warning
As I inhale my sorrows
And exhale all troubles
And a slight tinge of worry crawls up my spine
I replaced relationships with cigarettes
Poison with poison
As I sigh and allow the guilt to melt away
Letting it drip into the deepening pool at the bottom of my conscience
I allow myself the small comfort of knowing
At least the cancer sticks
Come with a warning label