: About Me

Cancer stick She puffs away on her cancer stick, Rouge lips and all, So young, so naive, I watch her smile. She puffs away on her cancer stick, Grayer now than ever before, Wrinkles and yellow finger tips, I watch her weaken. She puffs away on her cancer stick, Chest tight, eyes glassy, Lungs of tar, I watch her cough. She puffs away on her cancer stick, Wheelchair parked, Heavy breathing, I watch her struggle. She puffs away on her cancer stick, Chained to a bed, Dependent on her oxy tank, I watch her dying. She puffed away on her cancer stick once too many, Six foot under, Cancer riddled...