I Am Not An Addict Poem by Alessandra Liverani

I am not an addict, I am not deceived
I do not hold any kind of belief
That a fag or a liquid or a pill or a potion
Are worthy from me of unquestioning devotion

I do not become anxious and rather jumpy
The ride for me is smooth, not jarring and bumpy
I do not believe that I must inhale deeply the fumes
Of a cigarette, I have never assumed

That they are of some benefit, that they give me strength
And I certainly would not go to the extraordinary lengths
Which addicts think quite normal, to get their urgent fix
Reality and fantasy are two things I never mix

To believe that mere cigarettes should rule me with absolute power
Is a belief so absurd, it leaves me with a taste most sour
I see them as they truly are, disgusting, foul, smelly sticks
My mind, thank goodness, has never in this way been tricked