Karl Stuart Kline

Rookie (2/16/50 / Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!)

(2.42) Cigarettes (Stealing Moments From Their Masters...) - Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

They’re one of your few pleasures,
But they’re bad for you, you know...
You laugh at the statistics,
There’re more likely ways to go.

You have nothing to live for...
You lost your life long ago
Because it’s no longer yours,
Sold the first time you went on show

On the slavers’ auction block,
Betrayed by your one true friend,
You stood shivering in your smock
As he brought you to a bad end

There’re worse things than cigarettes,
As you’ve come to know too well.
Life was going well, you thought,
But now you’re living in Hell,

Not the life that you had planned,
Doing ev’rything you can,
A slave for every demand...
Submissive to any man

You can no longer deny
A man his perverse pleasure
As your pimp takes his money
And then he takes your measure...

Once you tried to refuse
Only to meet with laughter
As you were beaten and abused,
Hung by ropes from the rafters

You were raped again and again,
Men stood in line for “fresh meat, ”
Some you knew as the policemen
Who “protect” you on the street

So now you can’t go home
(You’ve seen others die for less...)
You couldn’t hide your shame
No matter how you dressed...

It just doesn’t matter that
Others share your sad laughter
Puffing on their cigarettes,
Stealing moments from their masters...

The “masters” who snatch children
Or buy them from their parents
And sometimes take young women,
Selling away their innocence

You smoke your cigarette now,
Slow, to make the moment last
Cherishing memories of
Innocence from days long past...

Now nothing belongs to you...
Memories are all you have,
No one can take them from you...
You’ll carry them to your grave.


Comments about (2.42) Cigarettes (Stealing Moments From Their Masters...) by Karl Stuart Kline

  • (7/4/2008 11:31:00 AM)


    A very, very impressive, insightful poem. Well done, I look forward to reading more of your work! (Report) Reply

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  • Melvina Germain (12/10/2006 1:30:00 AM)


    An excellent poem indeed, it speaks of a life of betrayal of those that were once thought of as true friends. It also speaks of the users one might encounter during ones lifetime, the masters, the pimps etc. It also talks about the shame one brings to their family, a wrong choice of lifestyle. When all is said and done, a cigarette may be the only true friend. This poem paints a rather dim outlook on those that are looking for something they can't find. I like this poem very much, thankyou.
    Melvina
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  • (12/7/2006 9:01:00 AM)


    Sad... but really true.

    Gerry
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 2, 2010


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