Leave me be, I am a murderer! I killed
The feeling of happiness sitting in this
Box of death, people cigarettes are the
Death of me. I may never get free from
This cocoon of apathy, someone save
Me from this demented reality. I feel my
Heart and I don't feel the beat like the
Record of life stop spinning in my head
And now I am dead! Don't go!! Let me go
Ahead of the deathly herd, I am a murderer!
It's a Bad Rap
According to the media "they" did it. Not you. Feelings of happiness did manage to escape and lodge in the poet's heart, where it dwells now. Quit smoking or you will kill more than happiness. I did in 1992 or there abouts. Hard to do, like for me killing my addiciton to sugar as a diabetic. In search of the happy - be well, read humorous books and laugh. Then dance and sing (unless you are tone deaf). But dance definitely! - Allets -
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Oh I meant the environment
Oh I meant the environment around me is cigarette smoke I hate smoking.
Spirituality and diligence is key to achieving tranquility...