The Smoking Trap Poem by Alessandra Liverani

The Smoking Trap



Have you ever wondered why every single day
People fall into the smoking trap for which they pay in many ways
It must be a very clever trap ingeniously designed
Because it's worked for hundreds of years and people still are blind

They see others all around them smoking for dear life
But they don't for a second think that they would end up in strife
Is it the initial unpleasantness that makes them think they won't get hurt
Is it the desire to be so cool that takes them off alert

Is it because they don't realise that cigarettes cannot be enjoyed
You either don't like them at all or without them are very annoyed
There is no in between state you go directly from one to t'other
And once you get there, boy are you going to suffer, brother

Each day you'll have to smoke some fags knowing it's killing you,
Taking money from your pocket but it's something you just have to do
You think you'll stop next week, next year but who are you trying to kid
Next week comes the next and the next, soon you're forty-six

A lucky few can break the hold but others continue on
Hating themselves for doing so because the battle they have not won
Some poor souls get emphysema, it means they can hardly breathe
Do you think that's going to stop them, no not until the final wreath

When those poor souls were young and free they felt so strong and sure
That they could stop whenever they wanted just like you. Will you take the lure?

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Alessandra Liverani

Alessandra Liverani

Wollongong, Australia
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