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Dying

 

I’m dying for a cigarette

And fill my lungs with tar,

Add poisons to my blood stream

And cough up black catarrh

 

I’m dying for a drag or puff-

Shorten my life expectancy.

Die of Cancer, clog up my heart

Or some statistical fatality.

 

I’m dying for a long, cool lug

To calm my nerves, to feed my habit.

I need to breathe in toxic fumes,

How long can my body stand it?

 

I’m dying for my hourly fag

Fill my airway up with smoke.

I’d go great lengths for a drag

Even though I’m broke!

 

I can’t give up, I’m hooked I’m weak,

The future for me is so bleak,

I’m not quite ready to quit just yet

I’m dying from a cigarette.

 

 

Linda Lawrence

 

26^th September 1996