Cigarettes, we know, our health, it’s certain, hurtin’,
but they make you look oh so cool and sublime?
Lighting, flaring up a Lucky ain’t inspiring,
even back when a pack only cost a dime.

(In those days, it’s suppress-dangers time)

Upon a chaw you could choose instead to nibble,
but that stuff can tear your gums and jaws apart.
There is something to try, slightly rarer:
into your nose it is deployed.
And I’m not talking crack or hawking smack
but just a smidgen that inside your schnozz you park.

No lighter then gets sparked; nothing is smoked up

Draggin’ or snuff—which one is gonna be your game?
You can get either one at the local mart.
One is gonna blister respire power,
and before long, you’ll gasp for air.
Too, the people who eye you will glower.
At least with snuff you hide it; folks might think you’re smart.

It is enclosed inside your nose where it is dark.
If you should blow, it’s possible out some will arc
and land upon someone like Trump, with no hair part,
and blowhards such as those are quite likely to bark.
Perhaps it’s better if neither habit you start.
The guy who sang of “Mona” puffed on many Larks*
till he was carried off upon a gurney cart.


*Kools, actually, 3 packs a day. Nat King Cole died of lung cancer at age 45.