Addiction

He comes on the train smelling of smoke,
Does he realise the impact on his fellow bloke,
The smell it causes so revoltingly bad,
And the harm it generates to his heart so sad.

The paper he reads a sportsman it seems,
Football he follows and England cricket his team,
His chest in infected he coughs to show,
And tobacco his addiction he is full of woe.

Smoking a pastime to fill the gap,
Avoiding life’s real breath and whaling crap,
For addicted to a substance nasty and cruel,
Can he not see that it’s a choice for a fool.

I hope one day that he sees the light,
And he opens his heart so his eyes are more bright,
Filling his life with a natural pure way,
And gives up tobacco this is my message today.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2005 MCARB