Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
#tobacco
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 00:16am
3rd Jun 2022 00:16am
It's just an oral fixation Louis
Besides these coffin nails won't hammer themselves
#tobacco
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2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
409 reads
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
23rd Dec 2020 8:07am
DRINKING, SMOKING AND SCREWING (PAST COMP ENTRY)
#sex
#alcohol
#tobacco
#rhyming
#funny
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
Once upon a time I smoked three packs a day...
If God meant you to smoke
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
#tobacco
#addiction
819 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
29th Oct 2014 11:43am
Once upon a time I smoked three packs a day...
If God meant you to smoke
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
he would have designed
the plumbing for your asshole
differently
Smoking has zero advantages
it doesn't make you better
sexier or smarter
It does kill you slowly
while you watch your money burn
with that nasty bastard cancer
sitting quietly on your shoulder
waiting to jump in
and rape your cells to death
I quit a long time ago
so I'm no newly reformed smoker
preaching my own ego
Giving up
was easier than I thought
I took a small medicine bottle
crammed it with...
#tobacco
#addiction
819 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
325 reads
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
325 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
30th Mar 2023 7:04pm
guerilla warfare
Guerrilla war in the Athens
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
Athens a confusing in August, what with the heat and pollution, I had spent the night sitting
on a park bench, looking at a white wall lit by moonlight, waiting for a movie, any movie
forenoon staggered into a church and joined a queue; a priest was handing out paper bags of sweet cakes, but the old lady behind got none since she had been in the line three times. I ate a cake and gave the rest to the lady. Grateful, she ate the cakes, blew up the paper bag, hit it against a tree, and we were surrounded by an anti-terrorist squad. ...
#alcohol
#drugs
#heroin
#tobacco
#addiction
325 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Tobacco Published by Members Recently Online
