The Smoking Game Poem by Jacson Gelato

I am sitting here
watching the sunrise
the bright rays ablaze
they do not burn me
the sun is miles away;
I look at the fireplace
the ambers so aflame
red hot as cinder to ashes
burns those logs
thro the cold winter,
it does not affect me;
I can see the pollution
the streets are full of dust
it does not affect me
I am in my house
the windows are shut
the breeze keeps blowing away
the dust in another direction;
I am inhaling the smoke
from my cigarette
I am throwing away the butts
in a day they are twenty,
I know i am destroying my lungs
the air bags of life
they will never get clean again
the soot has stuck upon
those many little air sacs,
yet I don't realize
I don't stop smoking
the inhaling is chronic
I will be not winning
in this game of smoking...........