Vaping Poem by Brook Renwick

Vaping

Rating: 5.0


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.

Monday, March 14, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: addiction,smoking
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I'm no quitter!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unnikrishnan E S 15 March 2022

Any addiction is bad for life. Of all, nicotine is the worst. It is worth anything, everything to come out of it. So, please try, try and try earnestly

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Brook Renwick 15 March 2022

Thank you! I still have coffee and poetry : )

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 14 March 2022

i was just going to say why not a patch or a gum? but it is a wonderful poem

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Brook Renwick

Brook Renwick

Sydney, Australia
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