Drag once more,
take a deep puff;
Have your lungs
been corrupted enough?

You smile as the nicotine
hits your veins
Without it
you'd be insane

But you already are

I know you are
ignoring me
Smoking in the car
ignoring me

Here I am
a child of five
a child damned not to survive
even I'm surprised I'm alive

My lungs are dead
but they're still puffing
I can't breathe
but they're still smoking

Daddy, mummy can't you see
your cancer sticks are killing me

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I wrote this because I'm doing a study on emphysema for a school project, one main reason why I haven't updated yet, just to let you guys know. I despise cigarettes and I hate people who smoke. I would befriend a person who smokes but if he takes out that cancer stick in my presence, I won't talk to him. Period. If he wants to kill his lungs, he should kill his only.

I digress.

Okay, that's it from me, review? And, yes, I do know this is not a proper poem. I don't do things properly, I get it.