Try Breathing
Take a drag off that cigarette,
That is a decision you will regret.
Tap excess ashes with your finger,
As the smoke begins to linger.
The room is permeated with smoke,
You take it as a joke.
"Everything will be fine,
The only health I am destroying is mine."
Watch as others become sick,
For you to have a little buzz, a little kick.
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