Puffy Demise Poem by michael Smajda

Puffy Demise



When you smoke your first cigarette,
You feel like you're a big shot.
When you smoke cigarettes for years,
Expect your lungs to go to pot!

Thursday, July 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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