Coffin up
Cigars as big as who knows what
or tiny things they puff a lot
with toxic fumes both cool and hot,
for sisters and for brothers
In Wars, the gas is used to kill
in smoking now, it's sold to thrill!
proclaiming winds that blows no ill,
from cancer's vile stepbrothers
No matter how polite we try
to tell them not to do or die
their smoke pollutes, they can't deny
as everyone it smothers
As fathers try to teach their kin,
not to suck the drugsticks in,
and millions die, with cancer in
the hospices … (for others!)
“I smoked, I quit, I conquered … butt”,
it's no use saying “Tut, tut, tut!”
they need their drugs to fix their gut,
addicting unborn mothers
When passive smoking's not for you
don't stand in line, don't join their queue
deny their blight, or pray to who
Is draped in death's dark covers
|
