There was 7 in the packet when we started
7 sticks of pure, cancerous victory
'better lock the door' she said
The old Sod was outside tending his garden
Putting those foul, spindly fingers
to a more appropriate use
Completely unaware of being
locked out of his own house
We sat in his lounge
Watched him from the window
Puffed on his cigarettes
and laughed
and coughed
It was a waste of good smoke
We didn't even inhale
and the taste made us queasy
Still, those were the best 3 and a half cigarettes I ever had.
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That's the best smoking poem I've ever read
And it sadly puts into second place a poem I really liked.
So
so hopefully no more cancer parties again?
I have really enjoyed reading you dear violet..
Ah ! forgot to say , the title is extremely expressive..
Keep it up!!
"Cool Nick....Nicotine.."
Old anti-smoking ad memory
probably from the seventies as this
was when I was plunked down
in front of the mind-junk-funk box
what would childhood be without it
or a cigarette or two
between the fingers
like glamour godliness
and glossy billboards loud
and obscene
this poem is panoramic
grand
narcotic good
...
Thank You Violet...
lol
my cousin and i smoked a whole packet of her father's one day as we were frightened that he would notice some gone from it
- but thought (young and stupid as we were) that he wouldn't notice if the whole packet was gone
we were both sick as dogs after - one would've thought i would've learnt my lesson from all those years ago
- yet i still took it up in my ;late teens
a very good write
great descriptive
love judy
Violet
Ah! the good old days of addiction to cigarettes and whiskey no need to go on about the women lol Loved the write, I live in a smokeless zone now.
Gave up in 91 had smoked enough years away, takes a year to get the smell out of things lol, Yours Ian.T