Again and again, hit after hit,
you keep your friend close and lit
even when there's no good reason
to medicate, no voices to placate.
Face it! ... you're hooked;
sickened on your own toxic cloud
and standing in your own ruin.
Not even a full breath do you own;
but that's only the FIRST thing to go.
This Giant addiction has only to wait;
you'll give up a whole lot more
as you continue to puff your life away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem