Today I have decided not to smoke for evermore
I've come to the conclusion that they really are a bore
And I think I realise now where I was always going wrong
My mantra of 'I don't need them' is not what I should sing along
Because no-one on this earth needs a cigarette to smoke
Cigarettes do not fix a thing at all that might have gotten broke
They merely break it further till it's dejected and all clapped out
'I don't need them' is not at all what it's about
'They have nothing of value' is much closer to being true
Nicotine is a substance my body just doesn't do
My mind is all confused and thinks my body craves for it
But my body does not like it, not one single little bit
So when I stop today, I will say clearly to myself
That nicotine is something which is best left on the shelf
It has nothing whatsoever to give me, in any possible way
Nicotine's a poison, which is best thrown far away
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