Facelessly, soullessly, mindlessly it proceeds
Twisting, crushing, destroying as it feeds
Deceiving, distorting, always trying to mislead
Its motion potion unadulterated high octane greed
Travelling incognito, its true purpose a charade
Camouflaged, concealed, a dark and grubby masquerade
For it full well knows society does not like its real crusade
Of placing sons and daughters into a miserable downgrade
Unthinkingly, unseeingly, senselessly it desecrates
Our people and our planet it willingly contaminates
Selling a product which everybody hates
Too bad Big Tobacco can still everywhere lay its baits
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Big tobacco is a machine and cigarrettes are madness! Thought provoking poem. It is a wonder that more people do not smoke, given the brainwashing they received from the likes of Joe Camel, etc.