Social - I Don'T Think So Poem by Alessandra Liverani

Smoking is a very social custom
That's what all the smokers say
Non-smokers beg to differ
They see it in a different way

They just can't seem to find what's social
About inhaling noxious fumes
Or being in the presence of filthy ashtrays
That decorate the rooms

They don't think it's all that social
When their eyes sting and turn a shade of red
Or when their clothes stink unpleasantly
As they take them off to go to bed

If you have been a smoker
But have managed to break free
Become a social non-smoker
It's healthy and it's free

And non-smokers will love you
They'll welcome you with open arms
You are the epitomy of socialness
They'll think you have lots of charms

The smokers may be disconsolate
That they have lost one of their own
Well, that's their problem
You were only there on loan