Erosion Poem by Alessandra Liverani

A healthy, eager youngster decides to take up smoking
For a while
He doesn't really like it
But he wants to look in style

And because he doesn't really like it
He thinks he'll be able to stop
Whenever he chooses
So that he'll come out on top

But he doesn't, and erosion begins
Slowly but surely
Of his body and soul
He begins to feel poorly

Those who encourage children
To smoke the dreaded weed
Have contained within their heart
An evil, evil seed

(Sydney, Australia - 2006)