Trying to Quit Smoking Cigs.

A few Limericks about quitting smoking.

The glorification of death,
With each and every breath.
I must change my tune,
or cry out to the moon.
Because I crave it like meth.

I need to get some sleep,
Before my eyes start to weep.
I miss my old habits,
So I fuck like a rabbit.
Now I am in way too deep.

Driving my self up a wall.
I need to get behind the ball.
I am trying more.
But it is a bore.
I’m set up for the big fall.

I have a few books published on Amazon. My newest book is called, “The Firestorm of Tears.”

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