Pic credit: Carl Rolfe Visual Artist
The Man Who Loved Smoking
As he briskly shut his eyes
For the last time,
He offered everyone around
A piece of cancer named ‘Light’.
No… no, no
He didn’t die
Due to the excessive smoking.
He was on the brink of breaking a record
Of finishing the highest numbers of cigarettes in a day
It was the ‘anxiety-disorder enabled’ cardiac arrest
Which took his life
For good, least to say.
Probably, the amount of smoke-ashes stored in his lung
Might have something to do with his death.
But the lesser we know,
It was his miscalculation in a relationship
And the compatibility issue with his business
That gave him the fear of losing everything.
There was a slight misplacement
Of two words he did during his tenure.
He often craved for love
From his high-profile clients
And always expected his girlfriend
To deliver the right thing at the right time!
But with cigarettes,
He was completely a different man.
After waking up,
While sitting on the commode,
After washing his face,
At breakfast table,
When leaving to work,
Four times a day in the smoking zone,
When furious with his employees,
Can’t miss it in the delight,
To accompany the alcohol and booze,
During the doodle time with his kids,
He… didn’t have any kids.
To avoid obsessive thoughts,
In the depression,
After the futile argument,
Just before the dinner time,
And the last cigarette (of the day) for a sound sleep
Oh, there is one after midnight
When he can’t sleep!
It was hard to distinguish him from cigarette
But the one thing
They both did believe wholeheartedly,
“Smoking is injurious to health”
This is the second poem in the series of this year’s NaPoWriMo challenge. This will be my first slam poetry. It will sound good when I perform it. So, get ready for a YouTube video which I soon to be posting here.
Today’s song is Smokey Joe’s La La. Listen to it for a good 3 minutes.
Please read this poem without a blink and a thought. Feel free to comment, like and share.