In a world so broken
I could not cope
So i started up smokin
And coughed till i choked
But i really don't care
Cause it's harder to bare
A life filled with stress
Trying hard to do my best
When my money goes away
Much faster than it's made
And to reap what i sow
Is all bullshit i know
And the fairness in life
Is filled with heartache and
strife
Thats when i need a cigarette
to smoke
And for the while i've been
writing
It's my last cigarette i'm
lighting
So excuse me, i must go
To where i think you know
Yes back to the store
So i can buy more
But the price has gone up
Well doesn't that just suck
But i'm still gonna be smokin
As long as i'm still chokin
And my last breath is taken away
When i'm dead and in my grave
And that's where my story ends
I hope the message that it sends
is...
Smoke till ya choke
For life's stress is no joke! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this emotional penning, But dear katherine - though the smoke kills your stress for the time being but the all reappear with more aggravation and ultimately smoking will not help in anyway to remove them rather you will be more addict and have to live with those stress. Hence I'd request you to leave the smoking and you'll definitely find a better life.