A Cigarette, a Fag, a Tab, A Smoke
A joy to some, unwanted need to folk
Call it what you will, a double edged sword
A last request before we meet the Lord
Teasingly tactile addictively cool
A Legalised drug, the choice of a fool
Laced with poisons which helps us relax
Supporting government with smokers tax
Can we legally make folk addicted?
Knowing for sure, ill health is predicted
If I killed my neighbour, I’d go to jail
So should the makers of the coffin nail
Forty pound per week, that’s twenty a day
Hundred and sixty pound frittered away
Never! Is that per month? I hear you say?
Multiplied by twelve, what a price to pay
One thousand nine hundred and twenty pound
Per years a lot, for a plot in the ground
Could you have used it for a better cause?
I think you could have, but the choice was yours
Fifty sev’n thousand, six hundred pound on
Or, thirty years, ht best part of life’s gone
Struggling with smoking related disease
Surviving, not living, with chesty wheeze