Something Worse than a Bad Habit

You’re killing me

Bitter aromas claim the air
The dark yellow stain abounds
Gone are the glossy magazine ads
Your public images restricted by law

Yet, my deadly thirty-year long love affair still survives
Driven by chemical addiction through manipulation
Undeniable psychological dependence rewarded
With long, contemplative drags I confess, “a fire on one end, and a fool on the other”

The measurable, multi-sensory physical response of your presence comforts not
Public solitude eludes in the scorn of the multitudes
Dare I ever commit a crime with the smoking ban now enacted for prisoners?
Imagine, a huge cage full of crazed nicotine addicts suddenly forced to go cold turkey

I would walk a mile for you, if I could, but years of this love have left me breathless
Pack or carton – Lord knows my only worry, “Can I afford the black market prices?

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Write a love poem for something not usually associated with love. I.E Write a poem for a roll of toilet paper