A silly poem with a twist……..
‘Whilst writing down this poem,
I am craving a cigarette.
And each time I have one,
It makes my stomach wretch.
So to the fridge I go,
To have a fizzy drink.
Then that makes me bloated,
I get gassy and gee, that stinks.
So to the cupboard I reach,
For some tablets to ease the pain.
Pop 1, pop 2, pop 3.
Still my gas won’t go away.
What to do now?
I really am in some trouble.
So a bottle of wine I reach for,
And drink it till I’m seeing double.
So now I lovingly reach,
For that alluring cigarette.
I thank God for making tobacco,
And I smoke it till there’s nothing left.
As I lean back and contemplate life,
I start to get really hungry.
So back to the kitchen I go,
And gorge on popcorn and ice-cream.
My appetite’s now satiated,
I’m not quite seeing double.
Another cigarette I light,
And smoke it like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m addicted to addiction.
Addiction is ruling me.
But if it wasn’t for addiction,
What would happen to our economy?’