Put it to my lips,
I feel it in my hips,
light the tip,
and burn baby burn,
down down,
into the ash,
as I drown,
sound,
out of my head.
got to see through my eyes,
feel my tongue,
as it pulsated red,
burning and dead,
everything unsaid,
crinkled in the paper.
you think me wicked,
for lighting the match,
breathe in the bliss,
like the smell of a fresh cookie batch,
and the cinnamon swirls,
going up in smoke,
forget the warnings,
of which you spoke,
this is for a lifetime.
Author notes
ok,
i am a proud smoker. I've been smoking for five years and i wont give it up for anyone but me. I hate those people who feel a need to educate me about the risks like i have no idea. or the ones who bitch about second hand smoke. its ridiculous. im a person, i have the right, fuck off. 
A contest entry
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900 points, ended November 17, 10 entries
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Comments
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an excellent poem.
breathe in the bliss,
like the smell of a fresh cookie batch,
and the cinnamon swirls,
going up in smoke,
forget the warnings,
of which you spoke,
I love the imagery; I could actually smell and see it all. I enjoyed reading this from a smoker's perspective. I almost DQed for the awful background that burned my eyes but instead I just hid the background and I hope that you will fix it? thank you for entering -
I enjoyed this although the background made it hard to read. I feel this may be a starting point for a new "Memory" poem - it reminds me of when I seduced a lady who was a chain smoker and she was forced to jump out of the window of a 5 storey hotel because the bed caught fire, reflecting the force of her climax and her dropped Cuban cigar. I would dedicate the poem to you - where do you live so I can make it more topical for you?
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LOL....
A Proud-to-be-a-smoker poem!!!
This is absolutely brilliant
Good luck in the contest
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