smoker.

I billowed calmly as a cloud
Upon a course for acid rain, 
When in the fog of smoking crowd, 
My lungs collapsed in searing pain.


Full of soot and black with tar, 
I coughed in vain for chest to clear; 
At least my lungs had got this far 
Despite my years of toxic air.


But Smokers’ Lounge was home to me, 
Where fellow addicts puff with joy: 
Our pipes in hand, all friends are we, 
‘Let’s fine cigars now share, my boy!


‘So gasp away! ’ my motto cries, 
‘And light another cigarette
Before a further smoker dies, 
Which happens often – you can bet!




Mark R. Slaughter.