I light my cigar, from whence comes the nicotine
That blackens my lungs and poisons my blood
But the taste of it becomes a sensational feeling,
A satisfaction to my nicotine enslaved wind-pipe
A huge urge to take it again and again
One after another
An addiction that enslaves me.
I light my cigar, from whence comes the nicotine
That keeps me company all day and night long
An enemy I cherish and revere
That shortens my days and nights in disguise
One after another
An addiction that takes away my own life.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I light my cigar, from whence comes the nicotine
That blackens my lungs and poisons my blood
But the taste of it becomes a sensational feeling,
A satisfaction to my nicotine enslaved wind-pipe
A huge urge to take it again and again
One after another
An addiction that enslaves me.
I light my cigar, from whence comes the nicotine
That keeps me company all day and night long
An enemy I cherish and revere
That shortens my days and nights in disguise
One after another
An addiction that takes away my own life.
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