Alessandra Liverani Poems

Smokers love to live in Fantasy Land
They swim in its warm waters and play with its white sand
Listen to the announcements piped through its loudspeakers
They haven’t ever found a place that is any sweeter
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Thank goodness, the yellow ball is hanging from the rope
If it weren't there, well I really don't think I could cope
Oh no, it's now the red ball swinging in the breeze
My hands tense up, I start to sweat, my whole body's in a freeze
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You're only ten metres from shore
But it may as well be one hundred, or even more
The current you didn't know existed
Is taking you out with strength most twisted
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I've got a bit of sinus
My throat's a little bit dry
My lungs are a little bit wheezy
But I'm not going to cry
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The day was nigh approaching, coming sooner than I wished
When I would have to pay a visit to the local optometrist
No longer could I reason that it was the font size which was miniscule
I'd have to put on glasses and expose myself to ridicule
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Sure, I smoke, but it's not a problem
There is no problem I see
It's social, it's enjoyable, it's relaxing
What possible problem could there be?
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You've never smoked, so how could you know
Exactly how a smoker's life goes
Well If you tell me all about it, every single detail
Then I'll know what it's like, how could I fail
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Cigarette? Oh sorry are you trying to quit
I didn't want to drag you back, not that I'll admit
No, I'm quite happy being in this awful trap alone
I'd much rather you didn't accept it, it'll sink you like a stone
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They can lock you in a dank cell and turn off the light
But they can’t stop your imagination’s fanciful flight
You alone have the power to pick out a reel
And it’s your choice which affects exactly how you feel
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A healthy, eager youngster decides to take up smoking
For a while
He doesn't really like it
But he wants to look in style
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