A. Flynn

Singed

 

Singeing its end,

With a flick of a match,

You are not my friend.

 

Knowing or not knowing what’s around the bend,

I can crave a whole batch,

You are not my friend.

 

Sad or happy--peace you send,

Anxieties you snatch,

You are not my friend.

 

Nicotine and tobacco are the perfect blend,

Sweet smoke down the hatch,

You are not my friend.

 

Cravings how I’ve tried to fend,

Now I’m on the patch--

For health is the ultimate Zen,
You are NOT my friend.

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