Smoke It, Lady!
Still smoking, you must be joking.
A smart girl like you?
It must be some kind of brain flu.
Your lungs are painted black.
Playing with your life, what the heck?
Inhaling strings of scattering grey.
It makes you ignore what others say.
Pray for some more years.
Every cell fulfilled with tears.
How stupid can you get? Damn that addiction.
Be wise, alter that dark prediction.
Coughs and grooved skin display your use.
Every cigarette treated like a muse.
DNA altering flavors bring you so much ...