So you've learned it
That habit
Of wedging a smoking straw
Against those lips
Inhaling, exhaling
Now you have a chimney
In place of an oral sty
Darting from north to south
Oozing a toxic cloud
See now?
Just how messy are thou
Your bellows are now shrinking
Your longevity is ruined
For you it's no longer a win
With those clumsy lips
With those abhorrent heels
And satanic palms
The charm fizzles
Now your attraction and goodwill comes
Only from old time sake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a nasty habit. Even knowing what your poem says is entirely true, I haven't yet made myself quit. Reading things like this is good motivation though. Good truism
Thanks Mike. I was an alcoholic myself, but after falling ill I was told clinical drugs won't work with alcohol. I stopped and was able to carry on. There is always hope. Yiro