rip the plastic from the package of twenty-five darts
lit & ashed quick-fast as I thrust each one in my heart
sparked a flame near my lips, teeth tarred & stained
started a chain reaction which happens to be hard to change
scarred & maimed lung tissue... largely inflamed
charred remains of carbon taking a large part of the blame
smoked two packs a day at least fifteen years or so
knew the risk of cancer to be there, but didn't fear it though
so as these tobacco leaves burn aromatic
i gasp & wheeze, my battle to breathe turns air so tragic
convinced i felt fine, truth is, i'm dyin' & quick
my minds adrift, can't seem to count all the time that i'll miss
half a million peace pipes in my life were gettin' lit
but i piped too much of the peace, so now i'm gonna rest in it
to put the cherry on top, puffin' that smoke
life's a drag & carries on as i become the butt of its joke
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