Not A Problem Poem by Alessandra Liverani

Sure, I smoke, but it's not a problem
There is no problem I see
It's social, it's enjoyable, it's relaxing
What possible problem could there be?

Why, I can fly for 23 hours
Without a single puff
I just like to have one with my mates
I have no problem with this stuff

Tomorrow, for example
I could quite happily choose
Not to smoke a single cigarette at all
Easy, I'm sure I wouldn't lose

I don't understand why you want me to stop
There is no problem here
What, do you think I'd be worried without them
Do you think that I have fear?