How it squats there diabolically,
an anonymous anomaly,
on X-rays it's so plain to see
what quite soon will become of me.
As foreign growth spreads tendrils through,
my organs pressed and set askew,
there's little more that they can do,
treatments for it long overdue.
With about six months remaining,
as my life is slowly draining,
long past time for all abstaining,
of course there's no need for explaining.
From way back when I turned eighteen,
just a chimney for nicotine,
my sucking smoke grew death unseen,
that flaunts me on my cancer screen.
Those useless filters, cotton rolled
failed to keep the toxins uncontrolled,
from my lungs where they have taken hold,
thus my final chapter is foretold.
An anonymous anomaly,
life will soon mark me as absentee,
so I'm puffing on a fresh Raleigh,
cause it's all that's left to comfort me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
It was alot of fun to read & I enjoyed the last stanza much. Many of life's guitly pleasures come at a price, & I'm willing to pay up as most smokers are. 
