I see a traffic jam up ahead
I'll be late, may as well be dead
Better have a cigarette
The boss at work
Is such a jerk
Better have a cigarette
The car won't start
It's got no heart
Better have a cigarette
It has started to rain
That's such a pain
Better have a cigarette
Had an argument with my wife
There was a bit of strife
Better have a cigarette
I've just got up
Before I pour my first cup
Better have a cigarette
Better have a cigarette
That's what I say
At the slightest thing
Throughout each day
I'm not sure how to finish this rhyme
So I will say it another time
Better have a cigarette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I came to look at your poetry, Alessandra, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I'm one of those lifelong smokers. I think giving up needs encouragement and a non-judgemental attitude from others, and the timing has to be right. And ofcourse there has to be commitment from the smoker... Will look at more of yours after reading your biography...... Love, Fran xx