One And You'Re Addicted. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

One And You'Re Addicted.



Love is kin to cigarettes:
One and you're addicted.
Over time the thing does turn
And scars; so unpredicted.

Fills you up: the lungs do teem;
Of all the pleasure you might sing-
Until the rasping claims your voice.
Never pick, you, up the thing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rema Prasanna 12 July 2008

Never pick up.... a good advise.... a good thought... it can lead to carcinoma.. one fatal end.... a good write for a great cause.. Rema

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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