Smoking Sucks

A satire poem about how addicting smoking is.

Scramble together
The last of your change from
In between the seats of
Your dirty old car and throw it on the counter
In an unorganized pile.
Box? 100s? Filter? Menthol?
So many choices, such a hard decision.
Choose the joy sticks wisely.
Tell the cashier, change your mind.
Get impatient when she can’t count fast enough.
You say you should quit,
We all know that won’t happen.
Complain you’re broke
Buy some more
Feed the addiction
Die.