They call it a cigarette and I call it An ugly snake simply because Both poison our blood anytime, How do we love the thing that kills us Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere? A snake creeps towards us to poison us, then It kills us immediately, We creep gladly into a cigarette to poison us, then It will inevitably kill us, We choose willingly a snake-like cigarette to do the same As an alternative to a snake, Our choice of having a cigarette is a great mistake that That threatens us with an ongoing war on all levels, We willingly choose death to be on our side and we choose To be in bed with a snake of our choice, so Whose turn to die today? Tomorrow's coffin will be ready for that would-be smoker!
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Cigarette is not good for health. A good message conveyed through.