Cigs, ( gotta give ‘em up.)

They makes ya hoarse
they makes ya wheeze
and every time ya corfs
ya pees
but even tho they makes ya fret
you bet
ya wannanother cigarette.

They makes ya smell
they makes ya broke
they gives ya cancer
then ya croak
but even when ya life’s a dag
a slag
ya reallywannanother fag.

They stunts ya growth,
they makes ya fart
They rune ya figger
and ya heart
but even when ya feels it fail
tho pale
ya grabsanother coffin nail.

Kathy Earsman

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