To Smoke Poem by Rob Knetsch

My response to some of the comments i received related to this poem: This isn't about me. I have never smoked in my life. This is written from the perspective of a smoker: about the addiction, the need, the dependency, and the non-awareness. And about being a mere slave.

SECOND and LAST PART Almost a whole family the lives have been ruined in a cruellest way: Cancer of the lungs. My grandpa died at a very old age despite his fervent smoking, BUT this is exceptional, you can count your fingers on ONE hand how many they ARE IN REALITY. A brilliant poem about the eddicted chain-smoker. Truly saddest, but when already this far, he/she is helpless.

FIRST PART Smoking is dying in a terrible way. You won't say, but smoking costs your life. It IS dangerous, but because of the great addiction, the smoker does not feel anything else than to the wish to smoke one cigarette. Before he/she knows he/she is smoking many many packs full of cigarettes.

Rob, smoking is dangerous to your health👍👍👍