Nicotine Poem by Mimie Durand

Nicotine



Anxiety awaiting
laborious to breathe
Black tar; wheeze.

Smoke filled rooms
Nicotine chemicals
Cancer tentacles.

Tobacco slave
Anxiously awaiting
Next fix debating.

Cessation hopeful
Mindful confusion
New Year’s resolution.

Friday, May 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sid John Gardner. 01 May 2009

I told my son once of a guy who used to eat cigaretts as well as smoke e'm.He used to sweat niccotine and never washed.He could go into an office where we worked and his smell would linger for at least 10 days.If he had a girlfriend, which we doubted, she must have been nasel challenged or impervious to the cloying chrystallised niccotine sludge covering his rancid body.. It put ME off smoking.... Sid x.

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