A Smoke No More Poem by Timothy Long

Many will die this way,
It's not good or clean,
What a good way to lose good teeth,
This is a price to pay,
A relaxation for the day,
It's possible for it to kill early or old,
It doesn't discriminate or so many have been told,
Don't start smoking of any kind,
It's a regret so many come to find,
Overcome darkness a healthy way,
Regardless death comes for all,
All smoking does is stall,
But man need a vice to live,
Giving it up makes living a bore,
A pleasant pleasure turned a boring addiction,
What else can one do?
No future to speak of,
Nor a past worth thinking about,
The present isn't worth a working bell,
Smoke it all to hell,
The philosophy of a doomer,
Why not try to rebel?
Give up the addiction,
Live a longer life,
Save your family,
The pain,
Nobody has anything to gain,
Quit smoking to live,
See it from the outside looking in,
It smells and stains you,
Injures and slows you down,
A breath becomes hard to take,
A danger one cannot fake,
Regret is all that is left,
A painful slow death.