SMACKING THE PACK
Oh the sound of smacking the pack,
The sound that takes me 30 years back,
to when I smoked my first cigarette,
now Im wondering why I dont have cancer yet.
I know I gave it to 50 others with my second hand smoke,
And then I look at me unable to walk and its my joke,
the others who never smoked but breathed my air are now dead,
And Im coughing and wheezing and grumpy instead,
So being alive is so much fun,
When others are dead and I cant run.
I have sent them to their incenterator,
and all I could say is Ill see ya later.
And then I get another pack
and smack it and smack it and smack it once more,
because IM not sure if when I got out this door.
If Ill come back in and hit the floor.
So smack smack smack your cigarette pack
And put that 200 cartoon on the bakers rack.
Im happy when I use my inhaler,
cause I think of when I could tell her,
I love you hunny as I spit in her mouth,
all that second hand smoke debrie I coughed up down south.
Will I live to see another one put in the ground,
from my second hand smoke or will I not be around.
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