The Cigarette Fights Back
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
