Dear Fag Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Dear Fag

Rating: 2.9


Dear cigarette, are you my friend?
Your lovely smiles, are they for me?
The filter on your other end,
does it protect, is it the key
to disallowing noxious gases
from occupying healthy lungs?
I see, when wearing reading glasses
small cuts that look like ladder rungs,
inside your smooth and shiny filter.
The number of those cuts decides
how toxic, let's say out of kilter,
the puffs will be to my insides.
So tell me, handsome cigarette,
could it be true what I have heard,
that I should think and smoke instead
a colourful, though dried out turd?
Cause cigarettes are coffin nails:
You smoke enough, they close the lid,
and turds originate near tails...
I'm talking to my youngest kid!

Perhaps my words for smoky ears
will penetrate the haze,
prevent a tragedy through fears
that years cannot erase.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rich Hanson 21 February 2005

A little preachy for my taste, but your motives for writing it are laudable.

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Lare Austin 20 February 2005

Yes Herbert...very well put together...and Allan...yes...I too remember this old term for a cig...but had forgotten...I thought...Hmmm, Herbert, this ought to be interesting... Lare

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Daniel Ramirez 20 February 2005

Hey Herbert, your smokin' ! ! ! !

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