Vaping Poem by Brooke Renwick

Quitting the puffer in my dreams,
but when I try my body screams.
Telling me to get some nicotine.
I have a blind spot so it seems.

If I cut my finger I don't wine.
If I kick my toe that's also fine.
But if my body tells me nicotine o',
straight back to it I will go.

I used to smoke the tobacco.
My doctor said I nearly died, so
now I question why o' why o'
must I live without my puffer, yo?

My puffer is my pocket treasure.
It really gives me so much pleasure!
Nothing else comes near and so,
it's back to puffing on I go.