Someone once told me that shooting stars were angles
throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them.
Someone once told me they smoked to die because the world
was too painful to see though Gods eyes.
Someone once told me the devil was not in hell
because he resided in the paper rolling of a cigarette.
Someone once told me that cigarettes were cheaper then therapy
and that’s why they light up four packs a day
Someone once told me that everything that killed him
made him stronger because his lungs were drowning in smoke
Someone once told me that I had cancer in my lugs
and I was going to die choking on air trying to catch my last breath.
I had never touched a cigarette…and I’m still dead.