The Cigarette Fights Back
I’m a small little thing,
Not much in cost,
But smoke me awhile
And I’ll show you whose boss.
You killed my great Grandpa
To win a childish dare,
By the time you were twenty
You just didn’t care.
You’ve stomped me, you’ve burned me,
You’ve given me away,
Just keep on inhaling,
I’ll get even some day.
Your eye balls are burning,
Your lungs are on fire,
You’ve got my dead brothers
All over your car.
You’ve dropped a half dozen
On the wife’s newest rug.
That’s not anyway to get a big hug,
You think a good meal is some kind of joke.
You say, “Aw I’m not hungry,
I’ll just have me a smoke.
Hubert K. Mandrell
12-29-56
Love this! Quitting is so damn hard though!
Hi Capri! I have never struggled with smoking, BUT…I have with SUGAR! Thanks for your note!
The poem is so truthful without guilt. The man in the photo is someone I am likely related to. I too, am a Mandrell. I seen ur post on our Mandrell family page. Awesome poem
Thank you so much, Candace! I would love to connect with you. I suspect you are related. Please message me on the Mandrell page and let’s connect. Thank you for your comment.