Marc Dommers

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Smoke It, Lady! - Poem by Marc Dommers

Still smoking, you must be joking.

A smart girl like you?

It must be some kind of brain flu.


Your lungs are painted black.

Playing with your life, what the heck?

Inhaling strings of scattering grey.

It makes you ignore what others say.


Pray for some more years.

Every cell fulfilled with tears.

How stupid can you get? Damn that addiction.

Be wise, alter that dark prediction.


Coughs and grooved skin display your use.

Every cigarette treated like a muse.

DNA altering flavors bring you so much joy.

Every emotional period presented as decoy.


Always later, never today.

Tomorrow you will pay.

So, stop now!

And strength will show you how.


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Written by Marc Dommers, Zwolle, The Netherlands.

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  • (5/25/2013 4:57:00 PM)

    If she wants to smoke, let her. Smoking is a lovely habit. (Report)Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (1/7/2013 3:05:00 PM)

    I hope your sister sees sense and gives up smoking - very good write. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 24, 2013


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