Addiction Poem by Brandi Knecht
Addiction
sitting here,
smokin a ciggerete,
two packs a day,
money down the drain.
the room is a fog,
smoke swirlin around my head.
feeling kind of sick,
but i cant seem to stop.
two more packs,
more money down the drain,
and the addiction continues to grow.
Friday, February 9, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,fog,money,sick
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8/28/2026 1:07:17 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Addictions are costly, usually in more ways than one. Good write, Brandi! Brian